A toast
“He hated tomatoes back then.”
How trivial a sentence. How little does it say about you, a man of the Arts, someone with an actual body of work. Why does my memory reduce you to that? Continue reading A toast
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I am not lost
People thought they were being nice when they said “You don’t look sick”. People should know that that is the last thing someone who is chronically ill and undiagnosed wants to hear. Continue reading I am not lost
It’s not you, it really is them
I was thinking about that the other day and about the infamous “It’s not you, it’s me”. I started a mental list of the true meaning behind it.
I say “it’s not you, it’s me” – what I mean is… Continue reading It’s not you, it really is them
Takotsubo cardiomyopathy
I wish [baba Mitra] was still alive so I could ask her for advice. I’d ask her if she’d ever been disappointed by the world. Was her love so strong that it did not matter what they did or did not do? She did not hold grudges, that I am sure, as I never once heard her criticize someone other than the person who’d made me cry, but how did she keep on giving love? Where did she get that love from? Was it her Faith? Was it her God that kept on replenishing the source? Did she ever feel like she’d given so much that there was nothing left for herself? Or was she perfectly selfless? Continue reading Takotsubo cardiomyopathy
Over and over again until you learn
I freaked out a few friends with this in the past couple of weeks, so I thought I’d share it with you too. I recently remembered something I had read two or three years ago, something that back then I kind of already knew but managed to forget. Take a deep breath and do not panic after reading the following statement – it is not bad.
The Universe will send you the same lesson over and over again until you learn. Continue reading Over and over again until you learn
Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Do not listen to others. Follow your inner voice. Cover your ears and repeat “Me, me, me, me, me, me, me”. Continue reading Me, me, me, me, me, me, me
Love comes back to you
A story about my caring mailman. Continue reading Love comes back to you
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