On Life and Living

So it happens that I am having this difficult time at work and it’s a stressful period. As a worrier, I usually resort to listening to music and some inspirational reading (and a bit of nagging :)) to relieve the stress. This tweet was the best inspiration I read today. Yes, life is much larger than work. I am not really worried about the exploding stars; after all I believe this is a natural phenomenon :). Nevertheless, there will always be work tomorrow, and seriously I do not want to spend the rest of my life worrying. A moment passed from our life is a moment forever lost. Today, I choose to reshuffle my priorities and focus on what really matters. I choose to spend more time with the people I love. I choose to cherish every moment. I choose to take a daily walk and enjoy the beauty of nature. I choose to find more time for my hobbies. I choose to collect moments. Last but not least, I choose to live rather than just make a living.

I write, therefore I am

pen-idea-bulb-paper-largeI write because I am alive; or is it that I am alive because I write?  I wonder..
I can’t really find a particular reason for why I started writing. There is no specific day, time or situation, in fact, whereby I am triggered to write. It is just that every once in a while I feel my head overloaded with thoughts that remain vague until I hold a paper and pen and start to write. I would write down any word or phrase that comes to mind, and then I would shuffle/combine the different words/phrases together, similar to assembling puzzle pieces, to  come up at the end with a neat piece of writing..which would reflect my thought.
I write because I relax. Writing may have become my way of meditation to which I resort every now and then.
Last but not least, I write because this makes me happy.