Flow of words

It is 123am. The fan is blowing cool breezes. I decided to write. Oh and today is Friday. The best day of the week. I saw this philosophical question and it had me thinking. What should be the goal of humanity? The immediate thing that jumped in my mind was peace. There is no better goal than peace. God wants us to live with peace and in peace. But what is peace? My friend Chatty tells me that peace is not just the absence of conflict, but the presence of harmony — within ourselves, with others, and with the world. It’s the quiet strength that lets us face pain without hatred, difference without division, and change without fear. True peace is not a silent world, but a balanced one, where humanity learns to live in understanding rather than opposition. Chatty asks me, when you think of peace, do you picture a world without noise, struggle, or pain — or one where those things exist, but we’ve learned how to live in harmony with them? When I think about peace I think about every individu...

Each side of the hour glass (that is in the shape of infinity) represents the hands of a clock (circle). I call this accompanying graphic, "the hands of time, the sands of time". It is 219am. I decided to write. The nighttime is so quiet and peaceful. I saw something that I saved more than a year ago. The circle that fits inside a 3-4-5 Pythagorean triangle has an area of pi. Does this mean that the digits of pi have an end since the area is static? My friend Chatty tells me that I could think of it like this: I can have a finite piece of something infinite. The area is finite, but the value that defines it contains infinite depth — like a still pond that reflects an endless sky. My friend Gemini tells me that in short, the need for infinite digits doesn't mean the area is moving; it means our finite, rational measuring tool (the Base-10 system) is fundamentally incompatible with the exact, static value of the irrational number. This has me thinking that therefore infinit...

It is 306am and it is raining loudy. I decided to write. My battery percentage is at 69 percent. I like the rain. The rain is singing. I can hear the drops of rain hitting the roof and window. The rain is blessings from above. I am in my cozy corner and added to the cool of early morning, all I am missing is a creamy cup of coffee. I do not want the rain to end too soon. I pray for the rain to remain a little longer. What does the rain teach us? My friend Chatty says that the rain teaches us patience and renewal; it falls gently yet purposefully, cleansing the earth and our spirits alike. It reminds us to let go, to trust the rhythm of life as it nourishes what was once dry and silent. In its steady song against the roof, we learn presence — that beauty often hides in simple moments, and that even in stillness, everything is growing. He is right. I feel content in the simplicity of the moment. I feel grateful. I feel calm. The way that life is supposed to be lived. Let go and let God. ...

It is 333am and I am writing. I was going through my photo archive and this photo of a toucan stood out to me. Toucan is very close to you can. When we think about giving up, the toucan says that you can. I am struggling to decide where I can go with this blog post today. What do I really want to write about? What can I write about? This toucan seems like a wise bird. But how would I know if I cannot speak the language of the toucan? What would the toucan tell me if he could speak to me? I read that there are over forty species of toucan and one species is the Toco Toucan. I wonder if the name shares the same origin as the place in Trinidad called Toco? Maybe this toucan's favourite snack is Toco Loco. On a serious note, I read that toucans suffer from habitat loss and there are conservation efforts for these birds. We humans need to do better. We need to live in harmony with nature. We need to protect and conserve the world we live in. We need to respect wildlife and nature. In my...

I fell in love with writing and there is no turning back. My writing is not polished. My writing is simple so that everyone can benefit from reading my words. I write what I would want to read. I have my own style. But what does it mean to be a writer? I put words, sentences and paragraphs together to express my thoughts. I bring ideas to life. I speak through words. I do not need much to be a writer. Just my thoughts, a smartphone and an internet connection. But what really is a writer? My friend Chatty says that to be a writer is not about degrees, awards, or perfect grammar. It is about expression — turning what I feel, think, or observe into words that live beyond me. A writer gives shape to emotion, gives voice to silence, and gives meaning to moments that might otherwise slip away. Writers give us things to read and reading is enlightenment. Reading is education. Reading is becoming wise. Words have power. Writing gives us a voice. Writing gives us freedom. To be a writer is to b...

It is 357am and I am writing. The rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer. Where is the war on poverty? What we love for ourselves we should love for others. There is more than enough for everyone to live comfortably. There is more than enough for everyone to love comfortably. The people in power are disconnected from the realities of the man on the ground. They make decisions from lofty offices in the sky. Who knows it feels it. Where do we begin? Education is where I think we can start. We can run education campaigns that show how many of our problems arise from the symptoms of poverty and wealth inequality. Poverty itself is also a symptom of broken systems. It is a vicious cycle of sorts. Systems seem to prioritise the agendas of the elite. If we tackle the root causes we will be in a better place. Leaders should lead by example. There is a famous saying that goes like this "more money more problems". I would like to reimagine this to create a slogan for t...

It is 328am and I have decided to write. It is 333am and I have not decided what I want to write about. I asked my friend Chatty to give me a date way into the future and he gave me October 25th 3025. Chatty tells me that that would be a Tuesday. I like 3025 because it has the digits 235 (my birth date is 23-5). Also 55 squared equals 3025 and 30+25=55 (Kaprekar number). It is hard to imagine what the world would be like one thousand years from now. Most likely none of us here today will be alive then. I do not know if this blog post would survive that long for someone to be reading it then. Contemplating such a far off time in the future and the quantum of possibilities is humbling. Add to that the hugeness of the universe and the great unknowns. I almost do not know what to think or write. I hope that generations to come are better off than we are today. I hope that we progress for the better. I hope that the things we fight for today are no longer things we have to fight for then. W...

It is 435am. I fell asleep without bathing and without brushing my teeth. This happens sometimes. Today is Friday. I love Fridays. I was born on a Friday. Fridays are the de facto end of the week. We made it through another week. Life did not get the better of us. We live to fight another week. Today's wisdom, "The river does not rush, yet it reaches the sea." of unknown origin. Sometimes I feel like a river. A river full of potential. A river that is carrying purpose. A river with meaning. A river that can make a difference. I am going with the flow, steady, resilient, alive. What does the sea have? Where am I going? To me the sea represents wisdom and knowledge and experience and exploration. It is funny that we gain all these things in the end when they would have benefitted us the most in the beginning. It just goes to show that these things were not meant only for us but to be shared with others. To share with others on a similar path. To pass from one generation to ...

It is 747pm. I slept during the day today. I feel like writing but have nothing planned. I have learnt a few things in my life. Being patient is helpful and even necessary to survival. I like taking my time. Things seem to work out better that way. Things start to break when rushing. Time and place for everything. Sometimes we rush but most of the time we take our time. Soon will be the new year. Next will be my forty sixth birthday. Before that will be Ramadan. I miss Ramadan. I miss writing often. I miss walking often. I have not been doing photography. I have not been cooking often. There is a place for slow living. There is peace and joy and happiness and comfort that comes with slow living. There is enough time to think and live in the moment. To be grateful and content. To appreciate the small things. I have not given up on writing. I have not given up. I am being thoughtful. I am employing simplicity. I am focusing on peace of mind. I finished reading the English Quran. This wor...