To Be.

Do Good.

Be Great.

Babbles on Dabbles.

Hello there, Roving Eyes of said Random Reader.

You could very well be a cartoonist, a doctor, a hawker, a salesman or a lawyer.

The notch on the corporate ladder does not define your being.

What matters is that you do your best with your given lot in Life. =)

Being Halcyon.

Pristine Tranquility.

A quiet calm.

I surprise myself.

Well, sometimes.

The Moment.

Dependent on Nobody, but Me.

And that, has worked out well thus far.

At least for the week.

I don't need anybody to make me Happy.

Happiness is a state of mind.

Contentment and self-reliance.

Hello, Me.

And I hope You're getting used to the way I'm talking to You. Free from the trepidation of choosing the right words, I feel liberated. Hence, the casual remarks are now free-flowing.

Because, as mentioned, being lulled in a quasi-permanent emotional state, eroded my identity over time. And I've snapped out of it. For as far as I can remember, I've not felt this way for a long, long time.

Allow me to bask in The Moment.

On The Right Side Of Dichotomy.

Well, distilled silence had me mulling and its pace riveted my attention towards this blank horizon.

Travelling to Italy, Switzerland and France has exposed me to the European culture that eludes Asian shores and has framed quite a different picture in the ever-dexterous matter which I allude to as My Mind.

As the cliched aphorism goes, we're but a tiny drop in the mighty ocean of this world.

My world has been a fragmented bubble, intent on exponential expansion, without consideration for the heavy yoke it arches upon its fragility.

It was foolish, stubborn and outrightly pedantic.

Hyperbolic? Perhaps.

You could attribute it to being cowed, blanched, whathaveyous.

Comb the shattered pines and faded plumage.

Clear the clutter festooned with artifice.

Breathe.

Live.

Make No Bones About It.

ANGELA
Haven’t you ever just looked at a guy and said, “Screw it”? ...Well, maybe not the best choice of words, okay, but... Like, when you were with Sully. Don’t you regret letting him go?

BRENNAN
I made a decision. Regrets serve no real purpose.
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BRENNAN
Yeah, I know that sharing a strong emotional attachment with another human being can be a good thing. But there seems to be a disconnect between my mind and...

ANGELA
You know, I... I shouldn’t have brought up Sully before. I’m sorry.

BRENNAN
It’s just... If a relationship seems more than casual, I feel that I need to posit the potential problems. Probabilities of success and failure, or...

ANGELA
You get scared.

BRENNAN
(Nodding) But I miss so much, don’t I?

ANGELA
I want to say no, but... yeah. You do. And so does whoever you’re keeping yourself from.

[ Source : Transcript of Bones ]

A Lil Change Will Do Me Good.

The trip furnished a new perspective -

For every tear that falls,

It is shed for Someone.

It is not for You, for Him nor Anyone else.

Each teardrop welts for Me.

The entrapment that I cannot free myself from,

The struggle to appear nonchalant,

The pursuit of Happiness.

If You've noticed that I've been communicating with You in a different manner of late, it's because I've finally realised that You are the alternative that I'd been foolishly gripping on to.

Of Hope because the Other gave none.

Hence, You embodied "What If"s, "If Only"s - the greener grass on the other side.

I will no longer live in trepidation and watch what I say to You, with earnest fervour that You'll like me a tad more, or tarry a lil longer.

I'm going to be Nobody but Me.

It's time that Mich lived for Nobody but herself.

It is Mich's Time.

And if God should provide the opportunity, Mich will restart her Life in time to come.

Without Him.

Without You.

Welcome to a brand new Mich.