a symphony to melodious reawakenings.



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nineleven


9/11

"Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” Martin Luther King Jr.


pausing to write




It's been a long while since I took time off just to write something, anything. I miss those quieter days, i miss those serene nights, i miss the twilights shimmering, I miss the light blue skies, I missed to pause.

Just running round and round, highs and low in search to fulfill what ought be done, when ought can easily be substituted for could. ‘Running like a headless chicken’, that’s the way the big man likes to put it.

And it took some time before Stanley reminded me again that priority stands beyond the spectrum of time and our inefficacy to balance between the minutes. It is beyond man's capabilities to hold each tick of the clock, nonetheless with the limited abilities we possess, we are able to stop and confront the enormity that lies in front, and to decide which mountains to overcome, and which to overlook.

Stanley made it quite clear that every second in the future was already a second in the past; we are pushed forward regardless.

I may be unable to freeze the seconds, hold the minutes, or stop the hours, but I am able to stop, able to pause, and able to allow quieter hours, serene nights, shimmering twilights, and light blue skies overwhelm.

I paused. I pause.


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