Sometimes, misplaced memories creeps up to me just about randomly.
Without cause or reason.

I suddenly recall that I used to sing in the bathroom.
I don't anymore.

I dare not count the years since I last sang while I bathe.

taken from kinkybluefairy

• To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing. ~ Elbert Hubbard



• Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing. ~ Ben Franklin

This remarkable shot of a forked lightning bolt streaking through the sky behind the 1,063ft iron tower was captured by amateur photo­grapher ­Bertrand Kulik. The 31-year-old from Paris – which is known as the City of Light – said: ‘The weather was dry and the sky appeared to be completely clear, but suddenly it started to thunder. ‘I quickly grabbed my ­camera and put it on a tripod by the window in the hope I could get an action picture – but I never thought I would get such a ­magnificent shot.’
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It has been bad these couple of days.
Thank God there's HOUSE to bring meaning to my life.

I tried 'communicating' my thoughts to a friend.
I ended up almost losing her entirely.

A Lesson that needs constant reminder.

the greatest darkness you can ever know.

Many times, I've been asked to describe depression.
Below is taken from gemstar

The best analogy that comes to my mind is the analogy of Frodo and the Ringwraiths from the Lord of the Rings by Tolkein. After Frodo gets stabbed by the evil Nazgûl sword, when the ringwraiths (Nazgûl) are near, Frodo has an almost irrisistable urge to join them. He reaches out for them. It's a sick longing he feels, and yet he does not really want to join them. In reality he wants to fight them! But under the poison of the Nazgûl and the One Ring, he wants to die, be dead, like them. It's only when he is somewhat healed at Rivendale that he is able to see clearly again for the time being.

The feeling of suicide is like the feeling Frodo had in the story where he wants to join the Nazgûl. Of course, Frodo's friends don't want that and fight to save his life. The poison of the blade is like depression. The irrisistable urge that utter despair brings to end all good things for yourself by suicide is the same as his urge. Those of us who fight this urge find a kinship in Frodo's journey to destroy the One Ring. And we all need a friend like Sam to see us through. It's when those Sam's are missing that we have the most trouble. That is the sadness of depression, the isolation we feel that is not our fault.

We push other's away and want to deal with things on our own, but the truth is that we need others. We need our Sam.

Depression is an emotional journey into the depths of the greatest darkness you can ever know.

Taken from Farah Fahmy

Tahir Jahan's son was one of the three men who were deliberately run into and killed in Birmingham. It would probably be fair to say that he single-handedly defused the very tense atmosphere in Birmingham (and possibly the entire country) by saying the following when many were itching for revenge:

“I lost my son. Blacks, Asians, whites: We all live in the same community. Why do we have to kill one another? Why are we doing this? Step forward if you want to lose your sons. Otherwise, calm down and go home, please.”

"The only thing that keeps me going, is the belief that I still can make a difference in this world. There's that one person whom I can help, even in my own smallest way - I can still make a difference."

I said that in a support group. Though it does sound like a pageantry answer, I didn't rehearse it. I didn't even know that I felt so strongly about the above words.
But one thing's for sure,
IT IS TRUE.

That's why it's important to talk about things.
We might still surprise ourselves.
When we vocalised our convictions, it becomes a promise to ourselves.

This morning,
I pledged monthly donations to Kidney Medicare Charity Fund.

MOVE from Rick Mereki on Vimeo.

EAT from Rick Mereki on Vimeo.

LEARN from Rick Mereki on Vimeo.

30 Books Everyone Should Read Before Their 30th Birthday

Oh uh, I've not read most of them!

S = So, what are you? Buddhist? Protestant? Catholic? Tao?

Me = I'm lost.

S = * a bit annoyed* I'm serious!

I wish she could understand that that WAS a serious answer.

I've always admired people who are passionate about their work, despite being weigh down by the degradation created by pompous @ss-es.