New Horizons

There is a lot of comfort in routine. Lots of comfort in the know, be it the chai at four or in brushing your teeth or making the bed. Or maybe comfort in going to class, listening to the same songs of the same playlist, not changing. This comfort is so embracing and warm and comfo rtable that we forget that it breeds a certain other kind of stagnant behaviour of the mind and body, one which is best thrown out before it settles in. I ponder much about the comforts of routine. So it didn't really surprise me when I thought the same words and phrases as I had before. 26/2/18 There is a lot of comfort in routine. Lots of comfort in the known--so much so that it physically pains us to test the boundaries of this comfort. To foray into the dark wild, beyond our fields bathed in golden sunlight,to do that, takes more than just courage. It takes great appeal to want to know the unknown and travel through what lies Beyond. As the grasp of uncertainty tightens in our heads, choking o

The ability to forego procrastination and welcome oneself to the realms of all things mature and impressive, namely:  productivity, has to be one's most significant virtue. Today I must reflect upon my lack of loyalty towards the being that I hold very dear to myself. Me. Loyalty instigates that one stands by another under all circumstances. One does not try to impair another by any action ( or in my case, the lack there of). To be loyal to another, one cares enough as to not hurt the one he is loyal to. Much Ado about Loyalty, I have been betraying myself since I could think. In the quest for everything nice, I constantly lie to myself about the necessity of time. Whether it's the 'five more minutes' in the morning or the 'but this is an educational video' while procrastinating and binge watching YouTube videos, I find that I am unable to be cautious about where and how I spend my time. The lack of formality while dealing with someone as complex and stern as

It hits me right in the face. Harsh. Cold. And then warm. It fills my eyes with colours I've never seen, my ears with sounds I've never heard. Except now. My head is filled with more clarity and confusion than ever before. It's exhausting. It's exhilarating.My heart feels light, and later heavy. Regardless, I go on. I am flying, yet aware of lack of flight. I am swimming in the ocean of my thoughts, my past screaming distantly. So far, I think, and go on. Because things will get better now. Or so I think.