To seek balance between opposing ends is a struggle, for we are inclined to side with what we relate to most.

To find the point between good and evil, though I believe that we are inherently good, for the neutrality that may be required of us one day.

To be both an optimist and pessimist, for we need both to see the realist within.

To keep both reason and emotion at bay, for having too much of one aspect clouds the other.

To help attain moderation, for that is the way that Buddha has preached.


Balance is the most difficult thing for any human to achieve, for it is easy to take one side and stick with it.


My New Year Resolution: To Write all Daily Prompts…

and other ideas, thoughts and subjects worth pondering about.

It’s been three weeks in and I have not updated my blog, much to my dismay (Ah!). Sometimes there’s just a nugget of information I want to share, other times it’s how random my ideas are. Nevertheless I NEED to write.

The only problem is that needing to write sparingly is like a built-up volcano; keeping it all in until it gushes out with ideas after ideas after ideas may sound like a dream for writers, but that is not how I see it. Being laden with ideas means that I’ll be bogged down from all the wonderful ideas; I have to weed them out one by one until I have few really good ones.

No, I prefer to write frequently. That way I can keep writing until my hands tire out from all the keyboard dancing, then I’ll rest.

That is why the daily prompts are fantastic, because a) it’s one word with endless possibilities, and b) it makes it so much easier to have a push to write.

My New Year Resolution: To Write all Daily Prompts…


Chinese New Year is coming and as usual we focus on the Interior of the house, from decorations to ceremonies to rituals.  We get caught up in all the hullabaloo and catchy songs to the extent where we have to stop and ask: What is the point of all of this?

Why is it that we only celebrate closeness with family every year, not every day?

We seek to spruce up our interior domain, but not ourselves. To keep our interior circle of friends always close. To keep our interior clean. To keep our interior untouched or unaffected by the weathers of change.

How can you wholeheartedly give a part of yourself to another if all you seek is to preserve your interior bubble?

Interior design is just that; design on the inside. Not the outside that makes up our living space. So there is no point in being an interior person, because as much as we design ourselves to be, what matters is the effort!



We measure time in years, to see just how long it will take us to comprehend something. Growing old, how long we work, how long we spend time with our loved ones, how long we have to make the most of our life.

If that is the case, years are basically a measure of our experience. You go to school when you are seven, date at 18, work right after university at 22, have your first grandkid at 70. Years measure the past.

Years also measure the future. Five years from now, I’ll be shining in my career and 20 years from now, I’ll be 44 and living a steady life. We use years to plan and outline our long term plans. To see what we can only see when we’re actually there. Years are tools for our lives; we just don’t realize it yet.

The next time someone says a year is just 365 days of living, tell them that it’s more than that.



It’s inconceivable.

The mind is a tool that every one of us possess; it is a product of nature’s ingenuity and creativity. It is the filter that we see our reality through. If no one can see that, then it’s okay because there’s nothing much that can be done about it.

Some has said that the mind is limited by it’s own design, it’s complex processes too far beyond our own understanding for the time being. To have such a powerful tool at your disposal only to find that it limits you from truly understanding the world must be a feeling one cannot shake off.

We can see all shades of color with three types of color-receptive cones, but the mantis shrimp can perceive a spectra beyond our imagination with SIXTEEN of them. We can listen to music of all genres, but we cannot hear ultrasound. We smell a myriad of scents, but dogs can catch scent from kilometers away.

Sometimes I wish I can do all this, however it is a blessing to have a tool that allows me to see the world without driving me crazy.

What if the brain was damaged, either through exposure to toxic substances or physical trauma? What then? What if the reality that we see differs from people who do have brain damage? Are their realities different from ours?

Likely. You can choose to accept that their reality is different, or you can fight for no apparent reason. This is why we have the saying, “To each his or her own.”

Now, what if a person’s brain was biologically wired differently? Nothing invasive, just nature doing it’s work. Why did nature create people who are prone to mental disorders? Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, schizophrenia, Autism Spectrum Disorder, you name it.

If there were people who have always had them, why wasn’t the problem there before? Education helped us learn what fits and what works; it also helped us to weed out what we don’t need. Arguably that makes things more effective back then, when people needed to follow instructions in factories and farms. But what about now though? It impedes people with mental disorders in their actions and thoughts. It ruins relationships. It does not help with work.

The brain is the greatest creation that allows us to explore our world, and yet it is flawed to such an extent that it can wreak havoc just because we have it.


Trying to find yourself

Trying to understand how you fit in life, and how life fits you.

Trying to be one with nature, so that peace fulfills you.

Trying to catch up with the rest, until there is only you.

When does one ever stop trying, really? We only stop when we lose the drive.

To a large extent, we are driven by something in life. Be it goals or ambitions or the latest phone or the largest collection or whatever. Drive is fuel for the soul. Drive is what I wake up with everyday as I watch a YouTube video on a quick workout. Drive is what I have when I look at the person that I love everyday. Drive helps me give my absolute best and making sure there are no imperfections. Drive helps me write.

The drive to be better is what I feel when I let myself down and I disappoint others around me. Emotions that drive you must be tempered with rational thought, planning and successive goals. That is what someone taught me.

The decisions that I’ve made and the life path that I’ve decided on are supposed to drive me further; so why isn’t it when I need it? Am I not bothered? Am I depressed? Am I living a life where I’m too comfortable in my own bubble? When the same person you care most about asks you these questions, you wonder.

And I’ve found my answer.

More than being a want, my drive has to be a NEED. It is what he has said again and again, where the need to want and the want to need are different.

I don’t care if I’ve screwed up. I don’t care if I did something unimaginably horrible.

I will fix it, because I have the drive to.

Trying to find yourself