I don’t forget the birthdays of people who actually do matter to me and I am slightly proud of it, but I almost did today owing to the million parallel thoughts in my head. In my search for some funny material for a birthday card I went through all my email conversations with him from a time when emailing about the happenings of your life was a cool thing to do. Long story short, I found this piece of advice I gave him for whatever life crisis he was going through during that phase. I guess my 19 year old self was truly 19 going on 60 ! 😀
This is a part of confession series, written in old sketchbooks/emails brought to life here.
One of the reasons I dream of Travel is the same reason why I don’t bother to make ever lasting connections. This little confession of mine has sort of formed who I am today, a vague image of my dreams.
This is a part of Confession Series. written in old sketch books as reflections of my past bought to life here.
We are constantly on the quest for joy, what I always keep forgetting is that true joy a convoluted concept in every fragment of its’ existence. Joy can be only savored in little sips, like a bourbon, not to be gulped down in rush and then regret the end of it.
Sometimes Courage isn’t about saving others. It’s about letting go of your own insecurities and standing up for however you are. I learnt it the hard way, but I was glad I was brave enough to discover myself.
The two people I always Have a love hate relationship is with art and architecture. Architecture is like a stable marriage, you don’t hate it neither do you love it after the initial throes of passion. But art is seductive and in return it makes you constantly miserable. My choices of life always oscillate between both of these men in my life. Sigh!
When I found this in my sketch book I realized that I was much more wiser two years ago. I probably wrote this down because I wanted to tell my future self that being alone is a phase to be savored like a decadent chocolate mousse!