The drag of convincing myself to do that which I know must be done. Without drive or motivation I go through the motions, barely even keeping up with the pace set before me. My eyes open to greet the day and then sink shut with a heavy sigh when full consciousness reminds me of what lies ahead.
I arrive late, simply because there is no reason to be early. I desperately throw myself in, hoping to find something to grasp my interest long enough to maintain focus. Some days I get lucky.
It is not the passion for the picture that I lack. Rather the breakdown of the composition into its infinite components, revealing the crudity of the canvas’s threads and the very pigments that compose every shade of the paint. Thoroughly buried in minuscule pieces, the eyes become blurred until it is almost impossible to discern any object, not even a point.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Friday, May 20, 2005
isolated traits
'Life is relationships, everything else is detail.'
-unknown
Deeply attached and cursed, it becomes increasingly difficult to feel complete without the presence of someone loved and trusted. This ensures the formation of unbreakable and sincere bonds with those of choice, leaving others at bay. However, in the absence of those closest to the heart, a feeling of emptiness sets in, creating a void not easily filled. In a crowd of people… no, not strangers, peers… it is still possible to feel helplessly alone.
This dependence is not easily shaken. Its magnitude may fluctuate but it is never completely lost. It is an in-built nature that only those who also possess it will truly comprehend. Bonds between those of this trait are usually slower moving, deeply rooted, and lifelong. They share their inner curses together, comforted that though sometimes misunderstood by others, they are not alone, but knowing that those similar feelings of emotional isolation lay inevitably waiting to surface.
-unknown
Deeply attached and cursed, it becomes increasingly difficult to feel complete without the presence of someone loved and trusted. This ensures the formation of unbreakable and sincere bonds with those of choice, leaving others at bay. However, in the absence of those closest to the heart, a feeling of emptiness sets in, creating a void not easily filled. In a crowd of people… no, not strangers, peers… it is still possible to feel helplessly alone.
This dependence is not easily shaken. Its magnitude may fluctuate but it is never completely lost. It is an in-built nature that only those who also possess it will truly comprehend. Bonds between those of this trait are usually slower moving, deeply rooted, and lifelong. They share their inner curses together, comforted that though sometimes misunderstood by others, they are not alone, but knowing that those similar feelings of emotional isolation lay inevitably waiting to surface.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
taking notes
A most powerful method of communication, it speaks where words can no longer find the strength to be spoken. It effectively stirs emotion, respective of the language of expression, or the background of the listener.
Though silence holds equal potential in its power to express, through music the heart can soar the heights of the sky, or hover close to the surface of the sea. It is an essential component of the language of life, whether the result be a dance, a smile, a thought, a memory, or a tear.
Though silence holds equal potential in its power to express, through music the heart can soar the heights of the sky, or hover close to the surface of the sea. It is an essential component of the language of life, whether the result be a dance, a smile, a thought, a memory, or a tear.
Friday, May 13, 2005
on the boundary
I always sit and watch as the excitement builds among those just talking about it. The beauty that is cricket is so much a part of West Indian culture that is it a shame some do not appreciate its intricacies. I am one of those.
Not for lack of exposure, for my father is an avid fan and many Saturday mornings were spent briefly beside him on the bed, his eyes glued to the set. The sitting and waiting did not excite me. I never accompanied him to games. I never wanted to.
As a member of a country with an active cricket team, I am as much a part of it as any other fan. Unfortunately however, it is not a part of me.
Not for lack of exposure, for my father is an avid fan and many Saturday mornings were spent briefly beside him on the bed, his eyes glued to the set. The sitting and waiting did not excite me. I never accompanied him to games. I never wanted to.
As a member of a country with an active cricket team, I am as much a part of it as any other fan. Unfortunately however, it is not a part of me.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
balanced
up and down it goes, like a pendulum it swings, the only prerequisite being a force to start with. though this starting force is different every time, the motion is predictable: no rise exists without a fall.
no rhyme or reason for the low, except the simple truth that forces must find equilibrium. if this be so, it is only time before it must rise again.
no rhyme or reason for the low, except the simple truth that forces must find equilibrium. if this be so, it is only time before it must rise again.
Monday, May 09, 2005
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
fair or foul
he knew he had faltered. as close friends they often shared everything candidly, but this was different. the news would undoubtedly carry devastating effects. he held a policy of honesty that he was now forced to think of breaking.
he thought of remaining silent, but feared the possibility of her independent discovery, the consequence of which would be far greater than his original act. knowing their friendship could be at stake, and realizing that was too high a price to pay, he worked through his fear and told her.
the news was devastating enough regardless of where she heard it. he did not expect forgiveness right away, but he hoped that because he chose to tell her, it would make a difference. he lost her anyway. had he not said anything, she might never have discovered, and their friendship would appear unharmed.
his moral dilemma: should he have just lied?
he thought of remaining silent, but feared the possibility of her independent discovery, the consequence of which would be far greater than his original act. knowing their friendship could be at stake, and realizing that was too high a price to pay, he worked through his fear and told her.
the news was devastating enough regardless of where she heard it. he did not expect forgiveness right away, but he hoped that because he chose to tell her, it would make a difference. he lost her anyway. had he not said anything, she might never have discovered, and their friendship would appear unharmed.
his moral dilemma: should he have just lied?
Monday, May 02, 2005
patriotic pieces
They entered her home without her permission and violated her privacy. They searched her belongings, ran wires through her phone and watched her as she moved. She opposed the use of her homeland for weapons testing and they knew it. She joined her countrymen in riots protesting the misuse and mistreatment of their soil, the infection of their air, their water, and their crops. They branded her a ‘terrorist’ for opposing the government cowards who placed her life and country at risk for their own merit, never once caring for the people they claim as their own. Many before her were arrested for flying their native flag.
She had seen friends caught protesting; their records altered and marred thus preventing any hope of future education in the motherland they loathe. They went elsewhere, she wanted more. In her small way, she wanted them to pay for the damage they had done. Someday she will return, but until then she will continue to work their system and milk their money, gaining her higher education with all the benefits at their expense.
She had seen friends caught protesting; their records altered and marred thus preventing any hope of future education in the motherland they loathe. They went elsewhere, she wanted more. In her small way, she wanted them to pay for the damage they had done. Someday she will return, but until then she will continue to work their system and milk their money, gaining her higher education with all the benefits at their expense.
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