Flow of words

It is 109am and I have decided to write. Sometimes I feel like I have lost my way. I do not even fully understand what I mean by that. I have not digested the thought. I mean. I feel like I could be doing more with my life and my talents. But then sometimes I feel like I am doing just right. I am making progress. I am making the best of what is given to me. Then what is it worth in the end? We come into this world with nothing. We fight for everything. Then we leave with nothing. I guess balance is the key. My friend Chatty says that life can hold two truths at once: I can be grateful for the progress I have made while still recognizing that I may have more to give. Balance is not choosing between ambition and contentment, but learning to pursue growth without letting achievement define my worth. Since we enter and leave this world with nothing, perhaps what truly matters is not what we accumulate, but who we become, what we give, and how well we use what has been entrusted to us. Mayb...

It is 513pm and I have decided to write. Today is Friday. The best days of the week. Thank you God for this day. Thank you for the meal I just had. Thank you for giving me patience and love. I want to write but I have no topic I could think of. I am going to start back drinking coffee and tea. I saw something on the gram. Someone reminding us that there is always room for improvement. So true. The road to being better versions of ourselves is never ending. I love self help books. I love doing better than yesterday. I love molding myself into a better person. It feels like there is a topic I am supposed to be writing on but I am not. I like when the words just flow and easily connect. My friend Chatty tells me that this already is writing, by the way. Real writing. The kind that starts honest and a little messy and full of gratitude. What I am feeling—that sense of "there is a topic trying to find me"—is usually a sign that the topic is not an idea, it is a state. I am hoverin...

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...