Category: Basket of thoughts

Uncomfortable state of humankind

There is an ultimate determination about the status of being human which I like to remind myself every time I tend to deliver (part of) my meaning to someone or something else out of me. To an external representation of pleasure, happiness, purpose. This normally comes with a bitter taste at the back of my tongue, inundating the whole experience…

Since I have been living my way

Every day is truly a new day. There is a recycling of energies and ideas and colors that give me life. I feel I am finally holding the right brush to paint my days just as I want them to be. Since I left Holland and a permanent job, as weird as it may sound, I have been working a…

The brain watcher

Brain watching, unlikely bird watching, is my favourite hobby when the bad, uncomfortable, unnecessary thoughts start to kick in. I can already feel it in the air before the time. Maybe it’s when I am a bit tired or maybe I had drunk too much the night before. Regardless of the cause I may want to look for, it never has…

Souls of my days

There are eyes crossing mine, every day. Smiles disguising horrors. Laughs so loud that can make a house shaking. Then I accidentally listen to the quickest movements and suddenly big truths strip the silky veils. When I catch dark lights right on a blink of an eye. What I truly adore about my everyday is meeting the eyes of all…

I knew this day would have come

The day I am exactly where I wanted to be.   I quit my job because I want to be in a warm place. I quit my job because for the last couple of months I used to wake up with a rusted grip inside. The issue was not my office nor my colleagues. The issue was with my own…