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Wednesday, November 05, 2014
Friday, April 25, 2014
Every weekend ...
... I feel creative.
Every weekday
I regret not having done it.
I'm becoming a much larger consumer than a creator. I must keep the creativity alive. I must blog, paint, sketch and train.
I must.
must!
Every weekday
I regret not having done it.
I'm becoming a much larger consumer than a creator. I must keep the creativity alive. I must blog, paint, sketch and train.
I must.
must!
Moons ago ...
.. I used to frequent this place. Today I just happened to be by. And I'm glad I did.
Just reading this blog backwards, surprises me about things that have happened in my life and how I have narrated about my thoughts, sometimes skillfully, other times just because.
For the past few years, my only writing has been status updates on facebook and really heavy shit for office - the formal report writing and emails..... HOLY SHIT EMAILS! There are days when I'm writing over 100 / day. Even for things like - Okay! Many thanks! Noted! and all that one word messages. But its the status quo, the decorum, the way human decency works.
Anyhu, I see that my most recent post before this is from my extremely anxious time, right before I was getting married.
Guess what?!! Now I'm a father!!!
Indeed I'm getting older, but more in experience than in age I feel.
Nevertheless, this is one of the most amazing experiences in life, ever! All before this, your life, your likes, dislikes, love and what not, are mostly based on past experiences, logic and some hormonal disbalance (in your brain or heart). I'd like to target lover here in particular. I feel like you can claim to and indeed love your parents, your friends, your one and only as much as all the mountains in the world, but as soon as you have that kid; whenhe/she opens their eyes to guesstimate your silhouette, blinks, cries, responds to external stimuli, in your hands, in your boat shaped embrace; there's this automatic spark, which lights up the strangest hormonal imbalance that I've ever experienced. So rich, so world changing, so affirmative.
In short, you haven't loved, until you've had a child. Then and only then, do you realize the power of love. I used to think, what is all this hoo haa about, 'OMG my child, My son! My Daughter! is in pain, is hurt, is dead etc'; but I can clearly see it now, I may probably become an over protective dad.
Khair, I guess this is it for now. I will update more about my realisations of being a father.
Btw, my wife's doing fine, and an incredible job with the kid. She's a genius, mashALLAH!
Quote of the day: You know whats the irony about people who hate children? Their opinions are going to die with them!!
Just reading this blog backwards, surprises me about things that have happened in my life and how I have narrated about my thoughts, sometimes skillfully, other times just because.
For the past few years, my only writing has been status updates on facebook and really heavy shit for office - the formal report writing and emails..... HOLY SHIT EMAILS! There are days when I'm writing over 100 / day. Even for things like - Okay! Many thanks! Noted! and all that one word messages. But its the status quo, the decorum, the way human decency works.
Anyhu, I see that my most recent post before this is from my extremely anxious time, right before I was getting married.
Guess what?!! Now I'm a father!!!
Indeed I'm getting older, but more in experience than in age I feel.
Nevertheless, this is one of the most amazing experiences in life, ever! All before this, your life, your likes, dislikes, love and what not, are mostly based on past experiences, logic and some hormonal disbalance (in your brain or heart). I'd like to target lover here in particular. I feel like you can claim to and indeed love your parents, your friends, your one and only as much as all the mountains in the world, but as soon as you have that kid; whenhe/she opens their eyes to guesstimate your silhouette, blinks, cries, responds to external stimuli, in your hands, in your boat shaped embrace; there's this automatic spark, which lights up the strangest hormonal imbalance that I've ever experienced. So rich, so world changing, so affirmative.
In short, you haven't loved, until you've had a child. Then and only then, do you realize the power of love. I used to think, what is all this hoo haa about, 'OMG my child, My son! My Daughter! is in pain, is hurt, is dead etc'; but I can clearly see it now, I may probably become an over protective dad.
Khair, I guess this is it for now. I will update more about my realisations of being a father.
Btw, my wife's doing fine, and an incredible job with the kid. She's a genius, mashALLAH!
Quote of the day: You know whats the irony about people who hate children? Their opinions are going to die with them!!
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