Tag: grey areas
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Glimpses of Hope: (stories for when we get successful)
Everyday we fall, some harder than others. What matters is usually what we do about it, not the fall. Sometimes we don’t see the point to get up again. And sometimes, we see something positive during the fall and it sparks a need for a comeback. When you think you’re finished, and someone comes and […]
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Sober Alcoholics: (I don’t know who I am)
It’s been like this for a while now. I’ve forgotten the basics of what makes me to be me. It’s difficult to recognise the being I’ve turned out to be. I’ve always thought I was forever going to be on top of things. At first, I just wanted to be modern. Tradition looked like it […]
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Sober Alcoholics: (Natural doesn’t sell)
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say. My eyes are always looking at a screen. The screen always has something to say about what I’m looking at. Actually, the screen always has something to sell. The screen is a such a smooth talker, I even forget they’re just trying to get a […]
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Sober Alcoholics: (The Domino Effect)
My past is haunting me. I can pin point the decision leading to the empire tumbling. Now the pursuit to corrections is followed by a tremendous feeling of stagnation. Life cannot move until it’s rectified, but time passes by and I always feel I’m left behind. And then it’s a race against time, resulting in […]
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Pace vs. Stamina
Pace vs. stamina I started running a few days ago with two co runners with pace, one thing that I don’t have, but God has blessed me with stamina. Stamina by definition: “Ability to sustain a prolonged physical and mental effort”. We started running with a small pace but as we kept running they increased […]
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Sober Alcoholics: (Afraid of the Dark)
They say, when days are dark, friends are few. But also when it’s dark, my shadow fades too. How do I blame anyone when I can’t see anything? Maybe they’re also in the dark and they can’t see me. Truth be told, light only touches the surface. Darkness goes deeper. When there’s light, everyone sees […]
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Sober Alcoholics: (Cutting Onions)
I enter the kitchen, start looking.I find something as I prepare for cooking.Not a great cook, but one has to eat before sleeping.As I begin, I have my knife, I start chopping. The knife hits the chopping board in some sort of a rhythm.The music lover in me, listens and tries to keep it going.And […]
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I’m having trouble separating the fairy dust from the dirt
I’m having trouble separating the fairy dust from the dirt The storm from the rain The rain from the flowers I’m having a hard time trying to forgive and get along Why can’t we all just get along? Sure we can, just with the buffer of a pole at least ten feet long I’m having […]
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