The Measure of Our Emotions

In the grand scheme of things, do our emotions, so fleeting and fickle, really matter?

The fact is, time will pass whether or not we understand or accept its nature.

But for the one who understands the nature of the world, this passing might be a lot more painless, perhaps even enjoyable.

This world and its things and people, from whom we seek so much validation from, would also flicker by.

What then, is the value of our emotions and attachments? Is it wise to continue seeking that which will pass, instead of focusing on the things we can actually grasp?

An always within Never, an Infinity within a Moment.

Perhaps that’s what I need to contemplate on.

Alive By The Window

By the window,
being still
observing movement
the cars passing
the leaves falling
and being swept.
In this absence of motion,
I feel most active.
In this self imposed mutism,
I feel loud.
In this silent observation of the world,
I feel most comfortable.
In this invisible distance,
aided by a glass pane
and the magic of air conditioning,
I am alive.
By the window.

Everything in its Time

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