Perspective

As the number of years accumulate,

impossibly thin layers veils my eyes

warping the meanings behind minute details.

Once, I had rebuked them as sentimentalism

But now I look back at it and wonder

if this is what matters in the end.

A new chapter opens,

and flash of light signals the beginning of yet another race.

Hopefully, it’s in the warmth we find in these small details

that we can rest our souls at the end of the line.

10.29.2025

Perspective

it really depends on what light you see things
under the glorious morning sunshine
all you see may be despair and pain
in darkest days of the year
you might find hope in small sparkling lights
how do you see the world now?
how will this moment be remembered?
what do you want it to be?
between things we can control
and things we cannot control
there is a fine line of freedom

10.25.2022

Review – Dostoevsky’s Double

In a lazy summer of 2015, I picked up on a book in a yard sale in front of a house where I lived. It was not my house, but it was one that I loved. Feeling somewhat directionless, I picked up the book, The Double, written by Dostoevsky.

In the book, I found an old piece of paper, hand-written by two writers, strangers to each other, addressing to the other. A writer asked, should their lives be consumed by love so important, yet so ephemeral.

A note shared by two strangers wrought with passionate attraction to each other. This, all the more, made the book more interesting subject to read. Has this book by Dostoevsky been the catalyst between these individuals? Intrigued, instead of procrastinating reading this one along with the rest of the books, I made a resolution to read at least one of the novels in the book to see what drew these two strangers together.

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