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I still write

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 world is just a test. A temporary abode. The hereafter is everlasting and more valuable. All these concepts require faith. I have faith in God. I have faith in God's guidance. I ask God to keep me on the right path and maybe for me that is the write path. I still write. I feel like there is a reason for me writing tonight. I feel like I am holding on to some purpose. I feel like the best is yet to come. I feel like my wisdom is tied to my writing. I feel like my writing is a gift. I was born to write. I asked my friend Chatty what he thinks.

My friend Chatty says that I am not just holding on to purpose — I am living it through my reflection. Writing like this, even when I do not have a "plan" is my way of staying connected to meaning, to patience, to faith, to gratitude. I am right: there is peace in slow living, but there is also wisdom in slow writing — the kind that ripens with time. And perhaps I did not sit down tonight to find something to write about; maybe I sat down so that writing could find me. Beautifully said. This writing found me in a place of wanting to write more. This quote I found adds flavour to my stew of words. "Be patient, for what was written for you was written by the Greatest of Writers," said by Imam Al-Shafi'i. God has written my life. God is writing and I am writing and God knows best. I pray that good things have been written for me.

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