Black pail, friend of my loneliness.
Black pail, companion for my disgust.
Black pail, horse of my wanderment.
Black pail, key to my trust.
Black pail, friend of my loneliness.
They said your friends in high school remain your friends forever, not in my case. I did have friends back during those horrible school years of my life who are now out from my life. But I still am friends with people I knew since high school even if our history wasn't exactly forged during our school years.Read More
See, when you become hellbent on making your dreams come true, inevitable changes come to you like a giant tsunami to wash you into a new person. Say goodbye to old mindset, beliefs, priorities, and even relationships. Break them. Trash them. Kill them.Read More
Gluttony brought me to where I am today.
Every other night we’d dine out, my former group of friends and I. No special occasion. Nothing to celebrate. Nothing new to even talk about. We’d get together because eating was “fun”. Going to a new restaurant felt exciting. Trying a new cuisine meant you’re adventurous. Posting a photo of yourself with a food on Instagram to induce jealousy on other people made you a superstar. When all three had been exhausted, it all came back to “because eating was fun”.Read More
Nothing is more disappointing than offering blood of commitment and tears of sacrifice to the fruition of your dreams only for it to be met with the sound of crickets and an army of tumbleweeds from your family and friends when you finally achieve it. The release of my book Walden and Hyde (and Other Short Stories) gave me that exact experience.
It was no secret, the signs had been all over the place. Chasing my dream of penning a fiction book was a road that I had been traveling for two years. I often talked about it in my blog. I frequently posted about it on social media. It possessed my life for months, weeks, days, hours, and minutes. The past two years was spent toiling away in solitude to move words from chaos to order. By virtue of action, it was plain to see that I passionately wanted it.Read More
My favourite expression ran rampant in my head when I looked at the copy of Walden and Hyde on my iPad. "Holy guacamole!" More than 10 years had passed when I first imagined I'd author a fiction book. Many things had happened since then. I pursued a different path, lost a lot of confidence in myself, sank a few times into depression, questioned my existence, rediscovered myself, and, finally, wound up on the path meant for me. I both wanted to cry and leap for joy as I browsed the book from beginning to end. "This is it baby. You have written a fiction book," I muttered to myself.Read More
How many of us fail to learn to stand on our own two feet because we can't let go of the truth that nobody can do the walking for us? How many relationships go to an untimely bitter end because either party wants to keep the other tied to a chain? How many of us get stuck in a cruel passage of time where everything around us has moved on except for us? There's a revolving door of people in our lives, one that must constantly go on moving. If we stop it, nobody can get out but nobody can get in as well. If we just let it be, yes people can get out but others can go in too. Whatever we choose, the outcome will be the same.Read More
When you interrupt someone who's talking, you're sending two messages: you don't care about what they're saying & you don't care about them, enough for you to warrant cutting them in the middle of speaking. Now imagine if the table was turned and somebody cut you off. How would that make you feel? Disrespected? Unimportant? Unworthy? Communication is both talking and listening. You can't have one without the other. Don't be like other people who only do the talking and disregard the other ingredient of communication. Let the other person finish speaking to show that you value what they have to say and, most importantly, them.Read More
I started writing because friends were quick to judge. While explanation and reasoning were still incomplete, they were ready to dismiss.
I started writing because my mind is unexplored land. No mountain and no valley of the Earth look like the plateaus and hills of my world.Read More