LIFE HAPPENS | “Sho, do you cook?”, my date asked. I replied jauntily, “I used to but not anymore. I now have access to a chef and can afford to order what I like eating.” #Thread#Life#Relationships
My date followed up by asking, “If your boyfriend asked you to cook for him, would you?” I grinned, as I realised my date was sadly playing from a script. I replied, “I don’t have a guy I like who’s asking me to cook, so I can’t say.”
I think my date thought I was being coy. But, I wasn’t. I was just being honest. A while ago, I decided to deal in reality and not hypotheticals. I have tried and failed to control life. All my effort got me was an anxiety problem and therapy.
We spend the best years of our lives waiting for a #Miracle when the miracle is #Life itself
We wait for approval,we wait for promotion,we wait for the bonus,we wait for freedom,we wait for a revelation AND in all this,we forget to live
Today, I make this promise to myself. No more waiting. I will live each day like it was the last day of my life. And I will live each day like it is the first day of the rest of my life with no regrets of the day that was..
I will be #Courageous.
Not courageous like a #Soldier under fire, but courageous enough to not wait. Courageous enough to #Live every moment to the hilt.
#Courageous enough to know that the only losses I should fear are the loss of #Love and #Respect, for myself & for those around me.
It is generally around these festival days I miss my hometown very much -ಜನವರಿಯ ಜಾತ್ರೆ. ನೆಹರೂ ಬಟರ್ ಸ್ಟೋರ್. ಮಂಗಳವಾರ ಸಂತೆ. ಚಳಿಗಾಲದ ಕಾವಳ. ಅದರ ಜೊತೆಗೆ ಸೊಗಡಿನ ಅವರೇಕಾಯಿ.ರಾತ್ರಿ ಓಡಾಡುವಾಗ ಜೀವವೇ ಬಾಯಿಗೆ ಬರುವಂತೆ ಬೊಗಳುವ ಬೀದಿ ನಾಯಿಗಳು. ಸುಧಾ ಹೋಟೆಲ್ಲಿನ ಮಸಾಲೆ ದೋಸೆ. ಕಟ್ಟಿನ ಕೆರೆಯ ಬಸ್ ಸ್ಟಾಂಡ್. (1/n)
ಜಾತ್ರೆ ಮಾಳಕ್ಕೆ ಹೋಗುವ ಅಲಂಕಾರ ಮಾಡಿರುವ ರಾಸುಗಳು. ಪಿಕ್ಚರ್ ಪ್ಯಾಲೇಸ್ ಮುಂದೆ ಚೌಕಾಸಿ ವ್ಯಾಪಾರ. ಗಂಧದ ಕೋಟಿ. ಸಂಪಿಗೆ ರಸ್ತೆ. ವರುಷದಲ್ಲಿ ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ಹತ್ತು ದಿನ ತೆಗೆಯುವ ಊರ ದೇವತೆಯ ಗುಡಿ. ಮೂರು ತಿಂಗಳ ಸೋನೆ ಮಳೆ. ಗಣಪತಿ ಪೆಂಡಾಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಕದ್ರಿ ಗೋಪಾಲನಾಥ್ ಸ್ಯಾಕ್ಸಫೋನ್ ಕಚೇರಿ. ಡಬಲ್ ಟ್ಯಾಂಕ್ ಬಳಿ ಆಡುವ ಹುಡುಗರು. (2/n)
ಆಂಜನೇಯನ ದೇವಸ್ಥಾನದಲ್ಲಿ ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತ ಶಾಲೆ. ವರ್ಷಗಟ್ಟಲೆ ಟಾರು ಕಾಣದೇ ಮಳೆಗಾಲದಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಸರಿನ ಓಟಕ್ಕೆ ಲಾಯಕ್ಕಾದ ರಸ್ತೆಗಳು. ಪಾರ್ಕಿನ ನಡುವೆ ಯಾರೂ ನೋಡಲು ಬರದ ಮ್ಯೂಸಿಯಂ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಸುಂದರ ಶಿಲ್ಪಗಳು. ಮಂಗಳೂರು ಪಾತ್ರೆ ಅಂಗಡಿಯ ಮುಂದೆ ಹೊಳೆಯುವ ತಾಮ್ರದ ಕೊಡಗಳು. ಹಳದೀ ಬಣ್ಣದ ನದೀ ದೇವತೆಯ ಕೈಯಲ್ಲಿ ಒಣಗಿನಿಂತ ನೀರಿನ ಕೊಡ. (3/n)
"God, I want my future back." Those were the words I whispered to God two weeks ago, while I was going through the greatest health scare of my life. #Thread#Health#Life
In the midst of the tests and various medical consultations, it occurred to me that my life had stopped. My symptoms limited my movements and where I could go. So, I couldn't plan and I couldn't project forward.
Things like traveling or dating went out of the window. I was stuck on finding a solution to my health challenge. My tests are still ongoing. I'm still seeing doctors, but we think we now know what's wrong. And so, I am hopeful.
Chapter 6 is a doozy... we’re going to learn all about paradoxes!! Get ready to have your mind blown!! 🤯🤯🤯
Given last week’s tragic fail on paradox gifs, I made you our very own #epibookclub gif! It’s paradox time!!
(Please be kind this is my very first homemade gif 😂😂)
I like the chapter set up this week: @yudapearl explains importance of spending time working out the paradoxes...they can give us insight into how people process causal information. He says these are paradoxes b/c they straddle the rungs of the #ladderofcausation
1) Hard times are often blessings in disguise. Let go and let life strengthen you. No matter how much it hurts, hold your head up and keep going. This is an important lesson to remember when you’re having a rough day, a bad month, or a crappy year. Truth be told,
2) sometimes the hardest lessons to learn are the ones your spirit needs most. Your past was never a mistake if you learned from it. So take all the crazy experiences and lessons and place them in a box labeled “Thank You.''
Went to Azraq Refugee Camp in Jordan today. Official population at 53,967, according to @UNHCR as of February 2018. All Syrian #refugees.
In many ways it was not what I expected.
First thing you notice is how remote the location is — some 100 kms east of Amman; 20 kms from Azraq town; 75 kms to Saudi Arabia; 255 kms to Iraq; and 90 kms to the Syrian border — from which its inhabitants fled.
At the same time, the harshness of the setting — a hardscrabble, sprawling 15 square km patch, scratched, etched and stretched out of endless rolling desert.
The perimeter was equally formidable, with security fencing, official patrols, check points and razor wire.