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Flavours - The c. Club

The Energies We Impart

The thing I believe second to karma is the energy within us. Each of us, have an energy that either stay neutral, complement or contrast with other form of energies. And, we are capable of dispersing these energies within us into the world, depending on what we feel or do. For example, a songwriter writes a sad song, and that energy is carried through every single radio airwaves that song is played on. It is meant to evoke that same emotion felt by the creator.

Lately, I felt my blog has been omitting a lot of negativity. I am more intense when I am sad or depressed. Maybe it's the creative people's curse, we perform better under certain influence. Mine will be a lot of negativity. But, I don't want to be that kind of writer.

I hope this picture of mine will bring you some light after all those posts. Here's to optimism and an energy of lightness to make your day better.

Home Bound

At the beginning, when I dropped him off at the airport, I thought, 19 days will be one hell of a wait. It was hard at the initial stage - the missing and the yearning. But, I was determined to make the best out of everyday instead of waiting for him for life to continue.

Then, today, I finally X the final date on the calendar. He will be back tomorrow. And, it feels so exciting to see him again.

Clenched Fists

I wanted to confront you on all the negative things you said while we were out tonight. You painted everything so bleak. Then, in clenched fists, I let go. I realize, at least, what I can do is to not let the negativity reside in me. Even if the road is tough in getting what I want, at least, I don't lose my aspirations to work towards what I want. And I am going to forgive you for the things you say. Because, I sit on the other side of the fence. I look at life, as something that I determine on my own.

So, good luck to you instead.

Contentment is a state of mind

Perhaps, we will need to work at everything in life.

Even when we want to own the state of contentment.

I know whenever I am insecure. I dream about the worst outcome.

And I woke up with a dreadful feeling hanging over. I then, make a mental checklist.

Everything's fine. And I try very hard to keep that in my head all day.

The worst outcome was just a dream. I still had everything intact. And things are sailing fine.

So, I try to focus on what I have now.

And, all of them, gave me the contentment I need. I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. But today, it's all fine.

Once Upon A Time

When I was a kid, every story that I was read to, seem to only begin with these four magical words. "Once Upon A Time". It instantaneously brought me to a time and space comprehensible by only me alone. I owe my love for reading and the written word to my mother. She made sure I read every Peter and Jane book before bed and she spent a lot of money in building a mini library for my siblings and I. She tried to instill the same love into my brothers but failed so elegantly. The same way she tried to instill the love for building puzzles or a game of chess into me and yet, the three of us never quite turn out the same.

I wrote my first story when I was 12 or 13. And I was certain, writing stories was my game. That I will grow up to be an author. But, I eventually grew out of that phase. I thought writing stories are passe. That it was reserved only for the hopeless romantic or idealistic. I moved on in other areas of writing in the subsequent years, in different avenues - love letters to ex-boyfriends, essays during English class, blogs, a local publication and then, countless job requisitions.

A writer love to credit writers' block for their lack of writings. Inspirations are hard to come by and when they do, they often appear in the form of a simple line, a dialogue. An example of life passing by. A distinctive trait found in a character. A gesture. Anything random. And often, I am stopped short in my tracks. They are profound but I couldn't find any reason to continue them.

I always wanted to groom them and turn them into something more. More than just a line, a dialogue, a character.

So I found a reason to write these stories. And, you are welcome to read them here. This Is Just Fiction. I still think writing stories are passe. But, I would love to challenge myself.