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“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.” The Little Prince
Imperfections. Flaws. Dark side of the personality. Different words, but they all converge towards one fundamental understanding. A facet of us that hides subtly within the shadow of ourselves and even if we try to tame it, the result is often a vain attempt. Why? Maybe because many of us explore this dark side out…
Read MoreA subtle uneasiness
A vivid piece of memory. In a small room was a table, two chairs, a filing cabinet and a window that looked over a parking lot and a garden. My colleague, Gregory, went to collect information to dig further into the client’s business activities while I was making my way through an excel sheet filled…
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Words hold the power to change the world. Cliché, but it is an ancient conviction of many great orators of all times. Words, be it spoken or written, is a part of you and I. We learn how to talk and how to write, each one at his own pace. We also learn how…
Read MoreThe Creative Spark
“All that matters is that you are making something you love, to the best of your ability, here and now.” It would have been so easy to sit down and resume reading the book “The Creative Act”. Doesn’t it feel amazing when the thread of inspiration twirls you in a dance of wonder? All of…
Read MoreThe small yellow cone, floating.
It is very common to develop a profound liking for the sea when you are born on an island, surrounded by beach and sea shells. From a tender age, we learn how to pack our swimming suit and some snacks in a little bag, and after a brief fight over who will sit next to…
Read MoreA tear of Love
As the pearls of Timeget scattered awayacross dusk to dawn,I stand firmagainst the changing hues. Eyes fixedacross the horizon,Heart fixedwithin the cage of illusions,mind fixedonto a wave of thoughts. The breeze,so eager is the breeze,to whisper into my earsthe depth of its secret. As time convergesto my frame of understanding,I am left with nothingbut a…
Read More“ Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you love” Rumi.
On many occasions when I am on my own, be it when I’m walking down a tranquil road at dusk fall or sitting under a tree in a quiet spot, or sometimes even in the middle of a restless night, I wonder how is the world out there. The world that I’ve heard, read and…
Read MoreNext to it was a little piece of paper.
The alarm clock buzzed. It was seven sharp. She slowly stretched out her hand and slid the ‘0n-0ff’ switch to the right and lied back in bed, still drenched in sleepiness. Looking at the ceiling through heavy eyelids, she tried to find her bearings. What happened yesterday night? Was it a dream or sheer reality?…
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