Do your dreams come true?

A lot, maybe most, of mine haven't come true. And I am not complaining. But I have come close to a bunch of them. For months I would have been thinking of it, and for quite a while been even near it, so much so to have made it materialize. Sometimes I realized I had it right in front of me and sometimes I didn't. But to the point of my opening statement, I hadn't pursued any of them.

And yet there have been so many other times when opportunities had presented themselves to me and I had taken it. Simply. Naively and Sincerely. No expectations or dreams. Just doing a job. Doing it well and right. 

And by far they have been the best kind of truths that didn't really come out of dreams.

What do you value more - Time or what the time can give you?

As I do, I went to a nail salon recently. And asked for my usual. The girl who was servicing me was sincere and very good (which I shall realize later). I wanted my nails to be filed round - usually they ask if you want it shaped square or round. She filed one and showed me and argued that’s what was round. I couldn’t be bothered. I wanted it neat and easy. And then she went on to paint them taking her time perfecting it. Let me tell you it was beautiful to watch. No, not the nails or the color or the technique. It was her attentiveness and drive to do it right and to her best - I don’t even suppose it had anything to do with me :). But as it were, I had to finish and be somewhere so I was getting impatient. At one point I wanted to scream ‘I don’t want it to be perfect - just do a decent job and let me go!’

And then I stopped and knew I surprised myself in saying so. 

Where I earn my bread, I recall it being referred to as QTC - Quality Time Cost. Everyone wants the best at the cheapest cost ASAP (As soon as Possible).

We so often spend time looking for quality in everything, especially when we spend our hard earned money but when you get given it in some form you are stumped - for you discover an annoying fact about yourself - you value your time more than the steadfastness of what that time has to offer! Maybe its got something to do with mortality and the limited 'time' we all have got on this earth?

Restlessness is the mother of my words

My fingers have felt numb from wanting to pen it down

My head has been exploding from holding thoughts unto my own

I went through last few years neither living nor loving

For my eyes weren't seeing or looking

While the sky seemed bluer while i rose above

The bottom felt harder when I spiraled down

I created life but just about missed it within me

There may be words to explain what it all meant 

But to me I was alive and well

Always springing forward not knowing the nature of a spring was to snap back

Everything was a resting cane that made sure i never got my balance

Lucky for me I could see it before I reached the edge

Now, all i want is for things to be simple

And the joy to be from within

And the only way i know to get there is by this

My words found their way back in restlessness 

For that I thank what has been and move to what could be