Fragments of the Quiet Mind

TBR 2014 is perhaps the most memorable run I’ve had for some reasons:  First, it was my first official full marathon,  secondly, it’s practically chasing your DREAMS  and lastly, it was run specifically summarizing my life at that point.  Six months before the big race, my left foot started playing a painful tune. So, I thought, "Hey, let's have a doctor jam session!" Turns out, Doc told me to rest and quit my long-distance running because my ankle was hosting a uric acid party. Apparently, running would be like adding an extra beat to the pain playlist. Plus, I was given some dietary restrictions, like watching what I eat. Did I listen? Nah! I turned a deaf ear and went on to conquer not one, but two half marathons. And guess what? The day after those "fun"-runs, I transformed into a limping maestro. Every step felt like a cruel punishment. But you know what? I'm just a stubborn virtuoso who finds solace in the symphony of agony. On November 24, 2013, lif...

In the chamber of somber memories, I beheld my father in slumber's embrace, A visage I wish not etched within my mind, For what solace lies in witnessing his plight? Once, I saw him a titan, a superhero grand, A notion familiar to all sons and daughters. When Bruce Banner turned green, a raging Hulk, I sought refuge beneath sheets, assured he'd shield me. He, adorned with strength, my idol and guide, Save for his eccentric fashion sense of yore, Mustache, flared pants, and vibrant floral shirts, A 70's action star in a modern world. But youth's embrace transformed my path, Adolescent fervor engulfed my soul, A rockstar's spirit beckoned my rebellious stance, Drenched in disdain for the world's unfolding. In my misguided conviction of rock and roll, I distanced myself, heaping blame upon his name, As if he were the root of all my misfortune, A prisoner in a realm where friends were solace. Together we embarked on explorations grand, Fueling curiosity with bound...

I have bliss book. It’s a small notebook where I bring and write my epiphanic thoughts that out of nowhere reveals itself to me. At work, while exercising, inside the bathroom – anywhere and I mean, ANYwhere. I’m glad I brought it in my belt bag when I had my run this morning. While resting at this familiar bench, in a familiar park and this familiar feeling, I started jotting down. I had tiny useless ideas running through my head while I was running and I tried to remember every detail so I can write those down. As I sat on the wooden plank, I had this ecstatic feeling that somewhat liberated me from my dark plight. It’s different when I’m writing down my thoughts onto blank pages and when I’m encoding it on my blog. There’s no fear that it will be psycho-analyzed and judged by people on the internet. Writing on my small notebook is very redemptive, and it feels amazing. I never thought i'd be back to writing again. I never even imagine that i will be writing ...