The sun is extra golden and the winds are crisp, cool and colourful. Is it Christmas or is it just December doing its thing?
What feels absolutely right at the moment is whipping up one of my weird combo cakes, pushing it into the oven & cuddling up on a couch to watch A Christmas Carol while it bakes, letting the smell of happiness and festivity waft right through the house. Such a beautiful feeling.
What I've realized of late is that I often associate happiness with food. Maybe its because a steaming stove and brightly lit windows of a house, for me, is the sign of a warm and happy, homely homestead. Or maybe, food just makes me happy. Oh I dunno.
Tomorrow being a holday (yeey!) there is no feeling of lingering doom and gloom that is usually related to Sunday mornings. The plan for today is simple; eat, drink and chillax. Oh and do some grocery shopping. Just in case I'm hit with a bout of baking.
I'm writing at a rate. Certain things have become clearer to me since of late. Its frightening and refreshing when these things hit you, like the unexpected December rain. I suppose you go through life in a daze and suddenly, lo and behold, one beautiful sunny day you wake up. And you are startled by the reality that stares at your face. And you are not satisfied until you've done something about it.
Speaking of rain, the sky has suddenly clouded up. I suppose it'l rain soon. Bummer.
Does life consist of anything else rather than just fighting for survival? All that I hear these days is people running around looking for jobs that bring in the most amount of cash. What about an occupation that makes you happy? Does happiness count ANYWHERE in this weird equation that people have made out to be their life?
Maybe I have way too many ideals than are good for me.
I have a dream. I don't know if its possible and most probably, its way too far fetched, but I'm glad I have a dream. And there's this certain restlessness associated with it. If this is madness, I'm glad that I'm mad. Its good to be able to wake up sometime, rather than being asleep your entire life.
And now that I'm awake, its time to get busy. With life.
What feels absolutely right at the moment is whipping up one of my weird combo cakes, pushing it into the oven & cuddling up on a couch to watch A Christmas Carol while it bakes, letting the smell of happiness and festivity waft right through the house. Such a beautiful feeling.
What I've realized of late is that I often associate happiness with food. Maybe its because a steaming stove and brightly lit windows of a house, for me, is the sign of a warm and happy, homely homestead. Or maybe, food just makes me happy. Oh I dunno.
Tomorrow being a holday (yeey!) there is no feeling of lingering doom and gloom that is usually related to Sunday mornings. The plan for today is simple; eat, drink and chillax. Oh and do some grocery shopping. Just in case I'm hit with a bout of baking.
I'm writing at a rate. Certain things have become clearer to me since of late. Its frightening and refreshing when these things hit you, like the unexpected December rain. I suppose you go through life in a daze and suddenly, lo and behold, one beautiful sunny day you wake up. And you are startled by the reality that stares at your face. And you are not satisfied until you've done something about it.
Speaking of rain, the sky has suddenly clouded up. I suppose it'l rain soon. Bummer.
Does life consist of anything else rather than just fighting for survival? All that I hear these days is people running around looking for jobs that bring in the most amount of cash. What about an occupation that makes you happy? Does happiness count ANYWHERE in this weird equation that people have made out to be their life?
Maybe I have way too many ideals than are good for me.
I have a dream. I don't know if its possible and most probably, its way too far fetched, but I'm glad I have a dream. And there's this certain restlessness associated with it. If this is madness, I'm glad that I'm mad. Its good to be able to wake up sometime, rather than being asleep your entire life.
And now that I'm awake, its time to get busy. With life.
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