The rhythm is off again - or maybe it’s me - I can’t seem to find the beat. It’s gone for a walkabout, leaving a litter of notes all Syncopated in an uneven line. I shuffle along in hope that it’ll find me this time - Surprise, surprise it doesn’t. But with each faltering step each bambi-legged move, my own feet thump out a new one.
You arrived in the middle of a tornado, just as life was pulled out from under me. And in that moment, I awoke somewhere new and all the walls bled from monochrome into technicolour and the palette of my life expanded.
How heavy is the glass of water?
For the last few weeks, I was telling all the stuff about couples. How to find love and then how to maintain relationships and everything about which I experienced, or I have learned from other’s experiences?
Today I would like to discuss the weight of our thoughts which we carry in our mind unconsciously. I agree that the world has become more vulnerable and unpredictable. The struggle to survive is at its peak now. So it’s not surprising that many people are facing anxiety and depression nowadays.
Every one of you must have heard the age-old adage “Is it glass half full or glass half empty”? But did anyone ever ask you,” How heavy is the glass of water you are holding?
Your answer to this question can vary from six ounces to a couple of pounds.
However, from my perspective, the weight…
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