Monday, March 26, 2012

The Rhythm to Life

I love listening to music on my iPod while looking out of the window of a vehicle. The ability to set the tone to a mundane scene of city hustle bustle is empowering. The reason for the empowerment is abstract though (as always is the case with my posts :-P)

Only God can use the play, rewind, forward, pause and stop buttons of life. How you want to perceive life around you is only your prerogative. Someone else is listening to a different score on your life too. Thus, feel free to indulge in this harmless pleasure and amuse thy self. The truth is incomplete without your interpretation.

Saturday, March 10, 2012


  1. The abode of unbaptized but innocent or righteous souls, as those of infants or virtuous individuals who lived before the coming of Christ.
  2. A region or condition of oblivion or neglect: Management kept her promotion in limbo for months
  3. A state or place of confinement.
  4. An intermediate place or state.
  5. The state of my life

Notice definition number 5. This is the one place I hate being and that is exactly where I am. I am a big rock in a gushing stream, being subjected to a constant erosive force of the water, until it wears it out so much that it cannot hold on its own. The current is deceptive. From the outside, I seem in control. I seem strong, apparently directing the flow of the stream. On the inside, I know I am stranded and tired. It is not the one big knockout punch but the many tiny needles that the cold water pierces through my layers. It is loosening me up layer up by layer, till I become nothing but particles of sand and dust in the stream, like the million others there are, flowing haphazardly where the current takes them. The sooner I break free from the current, the better. When an unstoppable force meets an immovable object, whichever stands the test of time wins. Time is not on my side, my will still is.