Posted in Thought Dump

Thanks for elevating the best stuff…

…isĀ something Medium says when you highlight a part of a Medium post and someone who follows you finds it interesting enough to also highlight it.

It’s the same with life even though most times no one thanks us. People are watching you and they are mostly not even aware of it. But they are watching. And the things you do, the things you share, the things you condemn, they see it and it affects them. It helps shape their thinking and impacts their life more than you know and more than they realise.

So today, ask yourself, “What am I elevating?”

Posted in Fiction, Stories

Going home

“Look.” She said.

I looked and I was glad I did.

She was wearing this ridiculous hat that made her look like a cartoon character. Yet she was the most adorable thing I’d ever seen. The way her smile came out natural, untouched by the heaviness behind her soft eyes, untainted by the crumbling world around us.

“What do you think?”

I just stared. It was hard to put my thoughts into words. What did I think? I thought she was a perfect creation of God, too perfect that she had to be given the weight of the world to try to even it out. I couldn’t begin to understand where her strength came from or the love in her heart. All I knew was…

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Posted in Fiction, Stories

Oblivion

A phone rang somewhere close, but Mike turned away and placed a pillow over his head. The muffled sound didn’t make him feel any better, but he was in no mood to get up. He had a pretty good idea who could be calling, anyway. If it wasn’t his mother, it couldn’t be anyone else but Mary.

That girl was persistent, he had to give her that. And, any other day, he would pick up the phone in an instant, just not today. Continue reading “Oblivion”

Posted in Life, Scattered thoughts

The Song of the Past

Many a time, it is the sound of our past that we keep dancing to, way past the present and deep into the future. We keep an old melody alive, singing its praise and applauding its orchestral eloquence. It was, once, but that is not enough. We embody it as the future, we worship it.

Forgetting that the drums ringing from our past are in the past for a reason. Yes, to direct our path. To illumine, if you will, the hearer, but not to become the object of the future. Continue reading “The Song of the Past”