Oh, today I am not in a good mood... I'm beyond angst. Living in a proleptic state can be unbearable sometimes, surviving somewhere between the "now" and "not yet". Though, after years of dwelling here between the lines, I find my reality less daunting, even in moments such as this. Like an acrobat who's trained to walked on a thin wire suspended hundreds of feet in the air, I've grown accustom to my new habitat. I've acclimated to this freakish elevation. Sure, one false step and ...
musing
An Inherent Longing
I realise recently I’ve been writing rather sappy posts, full of wonder and optimism. However, like any other INFJ, such idealism is usually simultaneously felt with a healthy amount of reality, practicality, or sometimes, I daresay, pessimism. How we are capable of seeing both sides of this coin still baffles even myself. That said, this one might not be as much sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns as my more recent posts. While, yes, my life and its current changes have been breathtakingly ...
Stars
With the Jewish holiday season nearing its end, I'm dreading the return to the arbitrary reality of monotony awaiting me. The reality of life becoming again a incessant cycle of sleep and work, sleep and work, sleep and work. Sometimes I feel trapped in the wheel of Time, a slave to his whims. However, if there's one thing the holidays teach us, remind us it's that reality is more than the supposed drudgery of daily life, that Time himself is not in control. Reality, life, ...
Change: Learning to Embrace the Inevitable
First off, let me start with an apology. I’ve been a little out of touch recently, and it’s all because of one specific reason: I’m moving. Why is a complicated, rather irritating matter. However, I can tell you I’m happy with this change. Very happy indeed. What you don’t know is how shocking of a concept this is. Furthermore, sometimes, such as this time, when I'm experiencing a significant change in my life, I become bizarrely contemplative and introspective, and sometimes I actually take ...
So it begins…
I guess I had better welcome myself to this void, also known as the Internet, otherwise no one else will. Bloggers do this, don’t they? Welcome themselves to this capricious environment of likes, posts, tweets, and comments? I wouldn’t know. I’ve tried avoiding it at all costs, but it seems my recently challenged old-fashioned views are finally compromising, allowing the bittersweet surrender to the inevitable. It’s bitter because I don’t want to do this, but it’s sweet because I’m excited. And ...