A subtle, surprising and surreal “moment”: a “moment” of pleasure; a “moment” of realization; a “moment” only created by the presence of a primary emotion. The experience is exquisite, yet bitter. Its gifts are pleasant, yet treacherous. Its impacts are overwhelming, yet mundane. Why so extraordinary?
Thump, thump, thump; I felt drugged. Continue reading “Subsiding heart attack”
Calamity is always present. Havoc is always present. Peace is always missing. With every resentment and loathe that each person in the world carries, the meaning of being human is lost.
Forever, I must bear it. The insecurity takes over my life and intervenes many of my daily activities and duties. As specified before, this vulnerability intimidates me and makes me feel worthless. But I can’t just do nothing. I am obliged to seek for the source. I need to know what I can change to eradicate this insecurity. Therefore, I used art.
The art of cooking is a skill that must be developed and mastered over time. The determination and the patience that one must have to augment this skill explains the reason for its popularity. With every accented letter included in the name of a gourmet dish, which influences its elegance, the level of exquisiteness that the meal contains is increased. And therefore as the customer admires it the one who’s task was to create the marvelous dish gains overwhelming gratitude. This mutual, positive feeling is what greatly attracts many individuals to learn this skill and to master it for the benefits of both themselves and the people around them.
As the morning siren sounds and the light shafts radiated by the sun cut through the translucent, laminated glass window that’s been decorated with posters revered by many, the sweet and sound trance that is sleep is broken, and a new day commences.