The Pacinian corpuscle

People are snoring away in the room. I am enjoying solitude at one corner of the room under warm, fluffy yellow light. I'm filled with a little bit more of energy now, after weeks of almost not doing anything meaningful in particular besides adopting a homeless puppy (even that was dad's idea). Today, the first ever time I spoke to a homeless person. It was brief, and not even on a personal level, but that few minutes of conversation made me realise so much of where I should belong. Conversing comprises listening, and learning. It is therapeutic on its own - to both the patient, and the healer doctor. Once, I got lectured by a wise man, 'Why do you interrogate this man here? Why should he share with you his stories? You don't even care about where he sleeps at night.' 'How much do you know about him?' 'And you think you're really helping him, but not creating more troubles?' His voices echoed, and they never fade away even after cou

I'm actually too tired to be barely able to say about anything now. I probably had an emotional turmoil earlier on. Well but when I thought about it, it was absolutely not because of the events that I went through a couple of hours before the day ended. It was something from within, which was pretty harsh and dreadful, and I was reminded of it today after a very long time. In fact, it feels like a  déjà vu, or rather, a  post-traumatic sort of thing. It feels like as if I was having a lot of flashbacks of feelings that I have long forgotten. Those were feelings that I had to frequently overcome in the past during the younger days when I tend to get caught up in nasty situations. They have come back to me now before I realise I was just better at avoiding difficult situations. I believe every thing happens for a reason. And for what I've seen and done today, even though some part of it was disgracing, I had a lot more gratitude. That's probably what I've been seeki

Now I'm sitting at the passenger seat of a 4WD. Listening to my parents' pre-vacation arguments (which almost always happened), I came to a conclusion. 1. People who do not change for betterment do not usually move on with life. By saying so, it simply means they continue to suffer from anger and many more emotional disturbances from within. At the same time, these people also inflict psychological pain to the surrounding people. I believe in karma. Some people think that believing so is an excuse for people who cannot change things around them. Because we can't take active steps to avoid conflicts, we are forced to take it as something that has a low chance of changing. In other words, we want to comfort our hurt souls that it's not our fault that things do not work the way we want. 2. I am most likely not getting married if I do not meet a person who is capable of maintaining meaningful, two-way conversations. Communication is the basis of everything. I believe

It's one of the rare days that I decided to stay up late and write. Owh, just less than a couple of hours ago it was my birthday. And I have to say it was one of the best. I'm brought up in a family that sees birthday celebrations as a formality. Since my dad, my brother and I share pretty close birthdates, we are used to celebrating our birthdays together. To us it's no more than just a means for family reunion. So we tend to keep it simple. I was always taught that on birthdays I should be counting blessings. I should also be reminding myself of how well of the roles in life that I've been performing all the while and I should be reflecting on myself of the past. Most of all, I should feel gratitude to people around me who have shaped me in good ways. I've never asked for more on birthdays because to me, it probably has always been just no more than a formality and a labeled date. Ever since I've started attending school, I started to realise that people exc