If you don’t get what you want, you suffer; if you get what you don’t want, you suffer; even when you get exactly what you want, you still suffer because you can’t hold on to it forever. Your mind is your predicament. It wants to be free of change. Free of pain, free of the obligations of life and death. But change is law and no amount of pretending will alter that reality.

— Socrates

eleven twenty five

Patience with others is love. 

Patience with self is hope. 

Patience with God is faith.

rain city (how appropriate) - turin brakes

The struggle for approval. A process of conditioning that began so long ago. You yearned for a gold star, a wink, a jellybean. It made you sit a little straighter, colour a little faster, throw a little harder. Those gold stars, those winks, those jellybeans; they were blocks of lego building your self-esteem, tangible proof that you were great and becoming greater every single day.

And then people start to pull you apart. Sometimes it's block by block, so you barely notice. Other times it's a situation rivaling that of the 2004 tsunami. Jellybeans become more infrequent, and you find yourself looking down at a handful of the horrid black ones. So throw them in the trash (or, if you're Mrs Tham, make your children throw the jellybeans the doctor gave you down the toilet because they're kept in an unsanitary environment) and start fresh. Let the panic-stricken fear drive thoughts into ideas, ideas into designs and designs into internationally-reknowned pieces of magic.


Yes, it can be done. Maybe not today, but there's always tomorrow.

'baking and entering'

I have this guilty pleasure of watching people brush their teeth on TV. It's so comforting and refreshing and lovely to watch, and it makes me want to grab my toothbrush and foam up alongside them. I don't like when there's no bubbles happening though, and then they just talk and swallow and walk off - the lack of rinsing is VERY unrealistic, and kind of gross unless you enjoy the minty feeling trickle down your throat and linger, offering your morning coffee a spearmint accompaniment free of charge.

"Could the odds BE any more in my favor?!"

... and it's all small stuff

Pedal backwards. Out of your casket and out of the clothes the funeral home put you in. Let your laugh lines melt away but hold onto the laughter. Slip your hand into mine, feel your knuckles share that pain that comes from squeezing too hard, and whatever you do - don't let go. Flip your pencil upside down and erase all of the things you tried to make time for, without realising that you would never have enough time. Keep pedaling. Let yourself laugh out loud at all those times you bit your lip trying not to. The only serious thing about life, is death. Everything else is secondary. Let yourself be present in a moment, stop pining for a thing of the past or yearning for a future without believing that you'll make it, no questions. Don't stop just yet. We're almost there, but wait, where are we going? Allow yourself the luxury to feel. To feel and not to fight the frustration, the humiliation, the anxiety, the pain that makes you swear on your tazo card collection you could hear the moment your world fell to pieces. Because I promise you, these are not the moments you will replay when there is nothing left to see of this world.

Let death remind you to live your life.

Life is what's happening while we're busy making other plans.  -- John Lennon

until the last

Is it the dark that you fear? When you were a child, fear lay in the space where your hands could no longer reach and your eyes could no longer see. The blackness was overwhelming, suffocating, too too much to bear. It was terrifying to think that you could both shut and open your eyes, and the air had already turned to ink.

Disappointment. Humiliation. Guilt.

Inferiority.

Things we inevitably encounter when venturing into adulthood. It may be in the comparison of yourself to others; to their bank balance, to their hair, to their talents.

Talent. Does it pose such a threat because it surrounds me in a way that darkness consumes children? It is an innate ingredient that God chooses to include in some, and not others. Why? Have we the permission to ask?

Dig dig dig. Dig deeper. Claw until you undo every single stitch.

Study their eyes, can you see yourself in them? I like crows feet. Why does your lip do that when you talk, it doesn't matter if it's a compliment or a prayer or a lie. Why?

Connection. It's more than a hello. It's more than sharing dessert, it's more than sharing a bed, it's sharing your LIVES. It's sharing your days, your yesterday, today and tomorrow, your birthday and their birthday and the next fifty to come.

I want to be something. Let me be something. More than a go to, more than a middle man, more than an assistant, more than a shoulder to rest on, or to cry on, more than a sponge thrown into rose water and then blood.

Let me.

back back back

What are we running away from, and what are we running towards? Why are we running so fast? Is your future my future? Is mine yours?

Where do you see yourself in five years? How about ten? Thirty? What do you mean you don't know?

What are you passionate about? What drives you, what agonises you, what pulls you out of bed every morning and what keeps you wrapped up in those blankets calling in sick?

What are you afraid of? What do you look for around corners, behind sheets of cardboards, in the bottom of your cereal bowl; in life?

Who deserves your hours, the sweat and blood and tears you give so effortlessly and willingly, your heart? What could possibly take every part of you and know with a smile that tomorrow you will have more to give?

I want to find that. More than anything I want to find YOU, on my own. For myself.

some nice things to mull over ...

so you're good for something, Michelle Phan

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twenty twelve

We are woken up every morning to a banquet of goodness, a table overflowing with platters of opportunities and stacks of ideas, there is too much to choose from and we only have two hands. There are no limits, there is only encouragement, choose me, no choose me, it’s okay you can have them both. In fact, take as much as you like.

This year will be about opening my eyes. Not only because I’m Asian and need to cross the road safely, but because I owe it to myself and what I’ve been fortunate enough to have been offered. I will dedicate my time to opening my mind, to thinking not just outside of the box, but outside of the factory that society has had us believe the world can only be. I will open my heart, allow it to feel and love and bleed and rejoice and cry, I will embrace what it chooses for me. I will search within myself for the courage to dream, to take risks, to not let pre-conceived limitations get the better of me.

I will go to Europe. I will consume more calcium. I will stop hating UNSW as much as I hate T*$#^%&t.  And I will begin to believe again.

water

There are no guarantees in life. Apart from the obvious, that which is inevitably death. But we live our lives with such certainty that a future exists, that we know where we'll be tomorrow and what we'll be doing. And 99% of the time, tomorrow becomes today and today becomes yesterday, without even so much as a glitch. But we get so bogged down in the mundane tasks of everyday life that we so selfishly make light of anything horrific or traumatising happening to others, simply because they aren't affecting us. But our time will come, for each and every one of us, where we are beyond hope and we're not even sure we want to see tomorrow arrive. Being left in the lurch is a terrifying experience - not knowing how far you have to fall and how long it will take to even gather yourself and think about the possibility of starting over. Trust is given so easily at times, and yet withheld from the most trustworthy of sources. We trust that our barista won't spit in our coffee, that the plans we make will run like clockwork. And yet we fail to place our trust in the one being who has the ability to give life and to take life away. We have this innate fear in handing over what isn't ours and allowing somebody else to guide us back to where we belong. But in theory, it should be the simplest and most willing choice we make in this lifetime.

4 0 5

I've learned that we constantly give ourselves excuses to limit our potential, that achievements have to be validated by accolades and awards, and everything we do or want to do has to be justified down to the smallest detail. This may be the case if you're doing it for someone else - so don't. Make it your own. Because at the end of the day, your accomplishments mean more to you than to anyone else.

They say that nothing worth having comes easily. In life, some things fall into our laps without requiring us to lift so much as a finger. Other times, we throw ourselves in front of oncoming traffic for a mere chance at an opportunity, only to be met with disappointment (and possibly serious injury). So when something potentially beautiful is dangling within reach, don't ignore that sparkling possibility that's lingering in the corner of your vision. Take it, before someone else does - because they will.

"Once upon a helicopter ..."

BEING SNEAKY

Life jacket bum bags!

: )

ick schmick

When you wrestle your way onto public transport and plonk yourself between a heavyset middle-aged European widow and a bearded man with a questionable smell lingering on the remains of his clothing, you forfeit all rights to personal space and any possible level of comfort. There's little that can be done to avoid the wispy cobweb-esque hair of the foreigner seated next to you brushing your forearm, rocking back and forth racked by silent giggles as you glare at their backpack covered in cupcakes and frogs and wonder what could possibly be funnier than throwing them into quicksand. We are (or at least I am) set an Everest on a daily basis, to push thoughts of contracting skin diseases or gastro out of our minds. I am by no means Emma Pillsbury - I live by the 5 second rule - but CityRail is known as ShittyRail for a very valid reason.

toddler talk

You represent the bungee cord which brings everything back to comfort, familiarity, all that you needed to delve deep to even recall once more. A memory, a state of being, a time which you both despise and hold dear to your heart. But there is always more than meets the eye, peering through those first impressions - the fear is that it isn't adequate in meeting your expectations, those both feasible and completely irrational. It is all good and well to have hopes, fantasies, dreams both inconceivable and within grasp. And the best is only experienced when you have absolutely everything to lose. You are given the opportunity to appreciate, not the superficiality, but the soul, the inner workings of what causes movement, emotion, inspiration, satisfaction. Consciously or not, we are striving for an equilibrium in our lives, and those intent on searching for life's meaning are realising all too late that they are missing out on the journey life itself is. Where does one find the lever to stop analysing, calculating consequences, preparing and predicting for what we believe is ahead? The best we can do is search within ourselves to define all that we are able to. Are we even remotely close to understanding ourselves, through self-appointed descriptions and analogies and comparisons? Perception is unique for everyone, and it teeters on the brink of humorous how we constantly misinterpret one another and, as a result, cause conflict neither party wants to resolve.

I know you were looking, but what were you looking for?

Maybe I am on the path to love, and maybe I will learn many things along the way. So here are some thoughts (though they are not my own) -

"The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it is not. It is an existential truth: only those persons who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of the other person - without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other. They allow the other absolute freedom, because they know that if the other leaves, they will be as happy as they are now. Their happiness cannot be taken by the other, because it is not given by the other.

Then why do they want to be together? It is no longer a need; it is a luxury. Try to understand it. Real persons love each other as a luxury; it is not a need. They enjoy sharing: they have so much joy; they would like to pour it into somebody. And they know how to play their life as a solo instrument. The solo flute player knows how to enjoy his flute alone. And if he comes and finds a tabla player, a solo tabla player, they will enjoy being together and creating a harmony between the flute and the tabla. Both will enjoy it: they will both pour their richness into each other."

From Being in Love

by Osho

Pyrenees Mountains, South France
Not jealous at all ...

Happy one month, Simons!

By the one and only Marie Ramos x

"You miss 100% of the shots you never take."

- Wayne Gretzky

total serendipity

Leaving something behind gives you something to return to.

Airports are the most magnificent of places because they allow you to escape as far off into the distance as you can imagine, yet the beauty of travel is that it should never be constrained. Every flight is a journey, every step away from familiarity is a new beginning, a glimpse into the millions of potential pathways which disappear from existence the moment we choose to walk down a particular one. Never leave with a heavy heart, don't take another step until you are fully aware of the wonders that the world has to offer. Because it is in the letting go with no regret that we gain everything and more; and embarking on a journey, especially a spontaneous one, is one of the most rewarding and exhilarating leaps of faith we can take.

I Shift+F7ed 'perfect' and got "just what the doctor ordered". Um, Microsoft Word needs to consult an actual thesaurus sometime in the near future.