I have not written in less than a month and it feels like alot more than that. The demands of life have taken it fair share of my time and thoughts, so much that I have kept up with only the basic and essential.
Our time is linked with our thoughts . The flip side of the foregoing is also true. So when one’s time is assaulted by what consists of living, thoughts are unsettled. While one could express the thoughts in the flurry of momemtous thinking, writing under calm can be very entralling. I have found myself not only longing for these thrilling moments but also wishing to have them very often. Wishing thinking!
I have written before of seeing dreams come true, for me and those around me; dreams that were born out of wishes. Yes, wishes that were well guided and drawn from a depth towards a meaningful life. Wishes are an expression of potential, that more than is currently on display.
Our potential is not only what we can become but who we trully are.
