JOURNAL

Bits and bobs of my scattered thoughts daily or monthly or yearly
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  • MUSING | To become a writer

    “I didn’t know what would come next. But I knew that I would continue to strive with all my strength to become a writer…”

  • MUSING | Things larger than ourselves

    We have lost something else in our removal from nature, something more subtle and harder to measure: a groundedness, a feeling of connection to things larger than ourselves, a calm against the frenzied pace of our wired world, a source of creativity… 

  • MUSING | Những vì sao

    “Lên sao hỏa để làm gì? – Tôi nghĩ. Một tâm hồn chỉ ngắm bầu trời mùa hè như một quỹ đạo đầy những khả năng của biểu giờ bay mới nghèo nàn làm sao! Không đi đâu hết, chỉ sống trong cõi vô biên, dưới những vì sao, hít thở và chết trong vũ…

  • You always hand over the good things first; here is my laughter, here is my confidence, here is the part of me I think worth loving. Eventually you close your eyes and hold out something heavy - here is the thing you might leave me for. If you're lucky, they pick up easily. If you're lucky, they'll let you hold theirs, too.  

    MUSING | If you’re lucky

    You always hand over the good things first; here is my laughter, here is my confidence, here is the part of me I think worth loving. Eventually you close your eyes and hold out something heavy – here is the thing you might leave me for.

  • Sống dưới những vì sao, vào mùa thu, trong mùa thu ngọt ngào, giữa những hầm thơm mùi rượu nho, vùi mặt vào tóc các nàng, đi bên cạnh nghĩa địa nơi cha yên nghỉ, tỉnh dậy trong một căn nhà nhỏ, nhìn rèm trên cửa sổ, những giấy dán tường từ thế kỷ trước, đi ngang qua công viên ẩm ướt đang úa vàng, tìm dấu vết những vì sao trên bầu trời đang rạng, và sống, sống.

    - Marái Sándor, Bốn mùa, trời và đất

    MUSING | Sống dưới những vì sao

    Sống dưới những vì sao, vào mùa thu, trong mùa thu ngọt ngào, giữa những hầm thơm mùi rượu nho, vùi mặt vào tóc các nàng, đi bên cạnh nghĩa địa nơi cha yên nghỉ, tỉnh dậy trong một căn nhà nhỏ, nhìn rèm trên cửa sổ, những giấy dán tường từ thế kỷ trước,…

  • MUSING | Quiet Desperation

    The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. — Henry David Thoreau

  • Musing | Focus on you for a change

    Focus on you for a change. Stop worrying about other people understanding you. Get in touch with yourself instead. Focus on what makes you happy, what makes your soul feel at peace. You are your biggest commitment, so start loving your flaws,

  • I would love to live like a river that flows and accepts everything, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.

    Musing | Like a River Flows

    I would love to live like a river that flows and accepts everything, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.

  • To live content with small means. To seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion. To be worthy not respectable, and wealthy not rich. To listen to stars and birds and babes and sages with an open heart. To study hard, think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions. Never hurry. In a word, to let the spiritual, the unbidden and the unconscious rise up through the common. This is my symphony.

    Musing | Symphony

    To live content with small means. To seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion. To be worthy not respectable, and wealthy not rich. To listen to stars and birds and babes and sages with an open heart.

  • Le seul fait de rêver est déjà très important. Je vous souhaite des rêves à n’en plus finir et l’envie furieuse d’en réaliser quelques-uns. Je vous souhaite d’aimer ce qu’il faut aimer et d’oublier ce qu’il faut oublier. Je vous souhaite des passions, je vous souhaite des silences. Je vous souhaite des chants d’oiseaux au réveil et des rires d’enfants. Je vous souhaite de respecter les différences des autres, parce que le mérite et la valeur de chacun sont souvent à découvrir. Je vous souhaite de résister à l’enlisement, à l’indifférence et aux vertus négatives de notre époque. Je vous souhaite enfin de ne jamais renoncer à la recherche, à l’aventure, à la vie, à l’amour, car la vie est une magnifique aventure et nul de raisonnable ne doit y renoncer sans livrer une rude bataille. Je vous souhaite surtout d’être vous, fier de l’être et heureux, car le bonheur est notre destin véritable.

    - Jacques Brel, 1er janvier 1968

    Musing | Lettre de Jacques Brel

    Le seul fait de rêver est déjà très important. Je vous souhaite des rêves à n’en plus finir et l’envie furieuse d’en réaliser quelques-uns.