Thinkle

  You used to be a kid who made the world with clay, you thought you could do anything if you tried You used to wake up with so many ideas,  your walls were filled with your doodles You used to be a kid who built empires with lego, you knew no geometry, no centre of gravity you tried to create barbie houses, that stood on a single sheet of cardboard  Later you learnt there are three dimensions, and that you can't live in that palace you drew You learnt it takes more than your imagination, to make some things come true Somewhere along the way, you abruptly stopped dreaming, to doodle, to create, to learn  You were told it's for the experts, "Only artists doodle, engineers create, scholars learn" Someone told you, you don't have what it takes At what point exactly, Did you start taking them so seriously? When will you realize that "someone" is your mind? You used to be a kid you thought you could do anything if you tried Eventually, you became an adult you...

  December 31st, Sunday I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath of fresh air. When I exhaled, I could feel strands of my hair flying with the wind as every last trace of tension left my body. My feet felt relaxed against the calm of river water. My son was splashing some on me, giggling so much my chest ached at not bringing him out for picnics more often.  The gushing of water brought my buzzing thoughts to a standstill. In that moment I wasn’t bound by the baggage from my past, nor was the uncertainty of the future holding me back. In that moment, as I focused on the rhythm of my heart- I was living.  The thought made me calm. I opened my eyes to see my son still playing with water. It was five minutes to sunset which I so eagerly brought my son to show. From the riverside, it looked delicious at the backdrop of a pinkish blue sky. The view was clear without any obstruction of skyscrapers.  It was only a few blocks away and I was visiting it after fifteen y...