Wednesday, February 12, 2014

We travel most when we stumble

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

We travel most, I mean to say, when we stumble, and we stumble most when we come to a place of poverty and need (like Haiti, perhaps, or Cambodia); and what we find in such confounding places, often, is that it is the sadness that makes the sunshine more involving or, as often, that it is the spirit and optimism of the place that make the difficulties more haunting.

~ Pico Iyer, Sun After Dark: Flights Into the Foreign, 2004

Monday, February 10, 2014

Reducing Myself to Calm

Monday, February 10, 2014

It has been a while since I poured out my thoughts and stirred them into coherent sentences. The urge to write tugs at me incessantly, but there is simply nothing to write about.  

In this world where countless voices and ideas compete for relevance, my words oftentimes ring of irrelevance.   The sweetness of the mundane blends with the bland, leaving nothing distinct enough to be put into words; my efforts to describe the fullness of the extraordinary inevitably fail, leaving me staring at a blank page riddled with frustrations.

My attempts to reduce myself to calm have succeeded in diminishing my capacity to rage, to weep, to fear, to feel. The pursuit of calm has stilled me into silence.
 
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