art of living
acknowledging each emotion and thought as it comes
this, this is what i’ve been wanting to acheive
the subtle art of not giving a fuck
i’ve always known that my emotions run rampant. i overthink myself into oblivion. praying for my woes and worries to disappear into the seas of the caribbean.
all it takes is a view of something larger than me. i look up at the skies and suddenly my problems seem but miniscule.
while life has never-ending complexities, something that never fails to humble me is origami.
something so painstakingly exciting about relearning to fold a water ski.
i’m learning to be a child again. counting the yellow cabs passing by as i study.
smiling and making silly faces at every child i see, the glimmer of innocence in their eyes.
morphing clouds in the skies to form disfigured animals while counting down till the sun sets.
avoiding stepping on the lines of the tiles, counting the 7 eleven’s we happen to pass by.
it’s the simple art of living where my worries and woe disappear for a quiet moment and melt the hardness in my chest.
till we meet again, tiny moments of glimmer
