Words For My Pictures

Dear Kettlebells You are getting heavier and heavier. The more I lift the heavier you get but I will keep lifting you up until the last second. Even if I can no longer lift you I will never drop you on the floor doing so will break my spirit. I will hold on to you as if my life depends on it. It might be painful but I will keep on lifting you or would hold you in the rack. I do this not because I love you in fact at this moment I hate you! It is because by holding on to you build my strength in mind and body. I learn not to give up for a meager pain which feels like it is internity.  I am in the zone now I am taking one lift at a time. Now I am not thinking about anything but how to lift you up above my head or hold you to my bosom.  At this moment noting matters that much anymore because I have concentrated my mind in you only, the past or the future doesn't matter anymore. I am in the moment. I will throw you away hard on the floor when I finish the time but I will defi

I didn't like dead flowers but they fascinated me at the same time. The reason I hated them is it reminded me of the last hours of my mothers' life. My mother was gasping her last breaths lying unconscious in the Intensive Care Unites of Black Lion  Hospital. Close to her hospital bed on the dresser, there is a bouquet of dead flowers in a vase which someone brought earlier in the week as a good gesture( of course they didn't bring the dead flowers but the flowers died and no one bothered to replace them or through them away).  I sat next to her watching her and watching the dead flowers which were in a way were there as a symbol of life's end. End of my mother's life. Hours later my mother passed away. I wish she had died without suffering but that was not the case she died in pain and it had been more painfully for people who know her and who were close to her. From that time on dead flowers to me is death but what is the meaning of life without death. Even if

Here is a  story of a fellow who had his feet into a cold lake on a warm summer afternoon. I have my feet into the cold water. It is a huge relief to plunge my feet into the cold lake especially a hot summer afternoon like this. Plunging my feet into the lake is not just to relieve myself from the heat of the afternoon. It was also an attempt to relieve myself from the heat of life that I had to endure. I wish I had plunged my whole self into the lake to cool down my soul and cleanse my suffering. A simple act of plunging my feet into the water this hot afternoon relieved me of the pain that I had felt before coming here. The cool water somehow calmed me down helped me to be in the moment. It helped me to admire the natural beauty of the lake and the ducks floating on it. I opened my eyes to see and suddenly everything is beautiful. Even my feet look better dangling in the cool water of the lake.