On Being a Little Selfish

They fight.  Argue.  Yell.  Scream at you, even.  On another note, they clamor for your attention because you are prone to letting them have something they know they cannot get elsewhere.  At least they know you are kind enough to give them what they want.  (Wink-wink, ha-ha).  Period.

Photo Credits to Alicia Ai Leng

Photo Credits to Alicia Ai Leng

On a regular basis, however, there is nothing wiser than simply putting a stop, albeit temporary, to every single source of distraction and leave oneself to the luxury of being alone.  Forget the rest of the world, everyone else included; and enjoy the air breath by breath.  Keep away from human contact – if possible, go on a trip to some place and spend a little time in indulging in the self.

One of my favorite activities these days involve taking my hat down and tipping off at strangers I bump into British-style.  I love how I am given the opportunity to act like a m************ tourist.  Which I actually am.  JS.  It is kind of fun pretending to not know the local language and watch them struggle in my mother tongue.  Ok, I admit I am being a little too evil.

Forget the world for awhile would not hurt.  (Photo Credits to Alicia Ai Leng)

Forgetting the world for awhile would not hurt. (Photo Credits to Alicia Ai Leng)

Well, this is just a part of life where you discover and rediscover yourself, constantly.

Expend on a journey to get to know yourself better.  For the world must keep itself silent for a moment so you are able to examine your own thoughts. Plan out your life at your own will.

Get crazy.  Get wild.  Get started.

Red Scarlet

PS.: Do not forget the quid.

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The Rain

Have you ever heard god speak?  He does not shout; he does not scream – his words are like soft whispers to the ear, an enlightenment to the soul.  I dare profess that I myself have heard god speak.  Just in case you were wondering how….

I shall tell you a story.

Having written a number of articles, I was extremely eager to post them as soon as I could.  My heart desired to be heard – it was with much haste that I prepared my laptop bag to do some publishing.

Yet at the same time, I had more stuff to brag about, and it set me wondering if I should just sit back in my burrow and put my flair there and then, or I should just go ahead with publishing and try to vomit all the words out later.

And then something happened.  In an instant hilariously average-sized droplets of water fell from the dark clouds in the sky.  They beat the window panes completely, and brought cool air to the atmosphere.

Sometimes one can hear god talking to us through the rain. (Photo credits to Alicia Ai Leng)

Sometimes one can hear god talking to us through the rain. (Photo credits to Alicia Ai Leng)

It was as if the Masai warriors had lit a bonfire in the barren land and danced around it nearly to their exhaustion to ask the gods to bring down rain to an otherwise unbecoming climate.

The shower was like god saying to me: “Hello…. You need to stay back and finish drafting your little stories first before going out.”  And I was like, hey.

I do not know.  Just maybe.

Red Scarlet