Yiruma's simple musical notes soaked in serenity sipped through the ears with tenderness, amidst my recent chaotic life. It soothes the soul and offers a place to hide away, momentarily. Just sporadic moments are enough to stay away from the heaviness of everyday
work. Early morning hours provide the solution to quiet thoughts, writings, reflection. A moment to just stop and breathe, a moment to close my eyes and just let the melody shoulders the weight of grind. Living a life against the grain should be an ideal garden of hope, but never the perfect petal of life, it seems for petals wither under the scorching sun of harsh reality. Where has my train of thoughts gone to? To live the life of the contented being, or to transcend such minute irrelevant elements to create a better, renewed and more powerful meaning to life, a life that is rich, full and endless flow of acute understanding of the ways of the world. Perhaps it is how to transcend this world that I live in and beyond that still seems to remain a puzzle to me.
work. Early morning hours provide the solution to quiet thoughts, writings, reflection. A moment to just stop and breathe, a moment to close my eyes and just let the melody shoulders the weight of grind. Living a life against the grain should be an ideal garden of hope, but never the perfect petal of life, it seems for petals wither under the scorching sun of harsh reality. Where has my train of thoughts gone to? To live the life of the contented being, or to transcend such minute irrelevant elements to create a better, renewed and more powerful meaning to life, a life that is rich, full and endless flow of acute understanding of the ways of the world. Perhaps it is how to transcend this world that I live in and beyond that still seems to remain a puzzle to me.
