I pick flowers in the morning.

Dear Pressers and all those being pressed,


It has been over one year since I wrote. Not just on this blog but anywhere else. Talk about writer’s block. So what has changed in this one year…everything. A lot has happened that I’m proud of; a lot I’m too embarrassed to share with the unseen blog world and a lot that I wouldn’t waste time remembering. 


This was my first real year growing up. It was the year when I finally learned…

1. It doesn’t matter how right you are, if you are not the boss, you are not the boss, so keep a lid on it, shut it, keep it to yourself, etc…

2. Being the bigger person sucks…a lot

3. …But being petty and childish won’t help you sleep at night

4. It doesn’t matter how tired you are, just keep working and ticking off that list

5. Tasks will often seem impossible but do it anyway, little by little by little (Yes, just like the little Engine that could) even if you feel you can’t go on

6. …Because feelings can lie and they often do.

7. People lie too and they steal from you and do their best to break you down and sometimes they succeed

8. …But that’s why there is sleep and mornings with dew and coloured skies and coffee…just a few of my favourite things

9.  Growing up is painful, in ways you never imagined. No one prepares for it because its hard to explain that the people you love will love others, the people you hate will supervise you and the people you tolerate will become intolerable…its just easier to say ‘you’ll see when you get there’. Because you will and you won’t forget the lessons life teaches you by knocking your teeth in.

10. But the most important thing I learned is not to forget to keep loving people, to be kind against your will, to be helpful and to listen to others and comfort them. Because the truth is, things may be bad but you are strong enough to care for others and help them through their rough patches. And helping them will heal you in an unexpected way…sometimes.


So, I guess I’m back. A changed person. My parchment is parched and I’m speechless. Struck dumb by the striking resemblance life has to a bed of nails. I’m all out of puns and snarky remarks. Everything seems a shade grayer…so I make it bright. 

I find stuff to laugh at. I watch The Office. I run around with kids. I pick flowers in the morning and arrange them on my desk.






Is our destiny punctuated?

I keep writing,

I keep writing,

like my destiny is without punctuation.

I read somewhere today that punctuation is like traffic signs for language. It is meant to tell you when to stop, when to go, how fast you should be driving and if this street is one way or not. Does that mean God is a glorified grammar instructor? …horrible analogy.

Sounds like the premise for a very deep analysis of destinies, fate and destinations, right? But honestly, I was never one for traffic lights and cars. At 21, I don’t have a driver’s license…but I can ride a bike, so, that’s got to count for something, right? I don’t mind being driven around once in a while.

But nothing beats public transportation: sweaty people, cramped spaces, fights for the window seat, rumbling trains that pull up to graffiti. It’s the feeling that you could just board a train and never stop. Or being on a taxi, your life in someone else’s hands and the thought that if you should crash… to keep you company.

Wait I lied…something does beat public transportation. Wandering. I’m among the last of the wayfarers. I walk into towns like I own them. I could be Rango or like Rango, I could be anybody and no one would know who I am or who am not. The thing about being a vagabond is when one adventure ends, another begins. All you have to do is keep moving.

Keep moving…even into the beyond (check out Narcissus and Goldmund by Herman Hesse, it is all you ever need to know about wayfarers).

What am I saying? That there is no need for a destination. In terms of grammar, ambition should be a run-on sentence.

Have you ever taken a few minutes to imagine your life if you achieved everything you ever dreamed of? It gets pretty boring and lonely out there at the full stop doesn’t it? The only remedy is to keep moving. Invest your life in an endless search like my ambition to express myself acutely.

I’ll probably never get there. But the fun is in the chase.

I’ll keep writing and you keep doing your thing and you might be surprised how many more intricate adventures there are just waiting for you to get past your destination.

And on that note look out for my next blog, born of sudden inspiration (at the end of the last sentence), titled Stationary-Chasing.

Till then.
Best regards