High as Helium, Dead as Disco

fish am i

this whole swimming meet thing has a special experience

because of all the apprehension i had of it

and how it turned out to be such an enjoyable time

and so i find that these seemingly insurmountable odds and challenges

sometimes hide gems of experiences if only we dare.

really, just to dare.

secondly, people make or break experiences.

today, i also made a new friend. and some people you meet and forget immediately,

but others leave an impression. and we may never meet again, but those minutes of conversation are still memorable

there is something to be said for strangers who can speak with the honesty some long time friends can only hope for.

that is all.

a few mornings ago i woke up abruptly with a golden snapshot lingering in my head

it was a scene from when i was 8, a particular sunny day after our exams in school

and all the kids from my class went out into the quadrangle to play with bubbles and fly the styrofoam planes we bought for a dollar from our teacher

and what a lovely half an hour it was, 40 happy kids playing with simple toys on a sunny day when post-exams was the best time of your life.

couldn't figure out why this dream would pop back into my head 13 years later on a random morning for no apparent reason. but i suspect that all of us keep these specially innocent times hidden away somewhere deep, and once in awhile when we're least expecting, our minds conjure them up to remind us how it feels to be young and uninhibited and completely carefree.

perhaps most needed on tough days when life frustrates you and you wish growing up wasn't accompanied by painful lessons...

“So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.”
― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

High as Helium, Dead as Disco
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
fish am i this whole swimming meet thing has a special experience because of all the apprehension i had of it and how it turned out to be such an enjoyable time and so i find that these seemingly insurmountable odds and challenges sometimes hide gems of experiences if only we dare. really, just to dare. secondly, people make or break experiences. today, i also made a new friend. and some people you meet and forget immediately, but others leave an impression. and we may never meet again, but those minutes of conversation are still memorable there is something to be said for strangers who can speak with the honesty some long time friends can only hope for. that is all. 11:19 PM
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
a few mornings ago i woke up abruptly with a golden snapshot lingering in my head it was a scene from when i was 8, a particular sunny day after our exams in school and all the kids from my class went out into the quadrangle to play with bubbles and fly the styrofoam planes we bought for a dollar from our teacher and what a lovely half an hour it was, 40 happy kids playing with simple toys on a sunny day when post-exams was the best time of your life. couldn't figure out why this dream would pop back into my head 13 years later on a random morning for no apparent reason. but i suspect that all of us keep these specially innocent times hidden away somewhere deep, and once in awhile when we're least expecting, our minds conjure them up to remind us how it feels to be young and uninhibited and completely carefree. perhaps most needed on tough days when life frustrates you and you wish growing up wasn't accompanied by painful lessons... 9:20 PM
Sunday, February 19, 2012
“So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us--that's snatched right out of our hands--even if we are left completely changed, with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to the end of our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.” ― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart 11:33 PM