To those who have shaped me into who I am - I can only offer my prayers and thanks for the dedication that you've shown, for I would not have been the same person without your guidance, and I am thankful to all who have helped me throughout. You never quite realize the impact others have made on you until many many years later, from the values that I hold to the eyes I see the world with - coloured ever so slightly by the knowledge that have been imparted on my throughout the years.

Happy teachers day.

Sometimes it feels as if the world I live in is very much driven by consumerism. 

So much of our lives are sometimes driven by the toys that surround us – our state of the art computers, or TVs, our stereo systems, our game consoles – replacements to fill the empty stretches of time and boredom, in an attempt to keep us entertained. 

It almost feels like we are looking for an escape in the fabric of reality. 

I wonder if its just me, or have we lost so many things that are inherent to building relationships and finding meaning to our lives; as technology advances, we become a society that is very much impatient and indulgent – used to getting things instantly – items, information, communication. 

So much so that we ourselves forget that some things come at a much lower pace – built up over days or weeks or years, like the relationships we build with those around us. 

We forget there is more to life than material things. Than the car you drive or the houses you own. 

That the world is fleeting and transitory and that one day, we too will return to earth’s embrace, an earth that we too often ignore in our efforts to chase after the world. 

And when that day comes, perhaps we will wish that we have taken the time to slow down this pace a little bit, to look at the world through different eyes.

It’s you and me, baby. 

Curled up in bed as we have, many many times before, tucked under my sheets right before bedtime. 

I’m closing my eyes as I let you tell me your story. You catch my imagination as always – it’s in the rise and fall of your storytelling, and I am captivated by the characters that you tell. I am there with them from beginning to end, drawn in by the tapestry of the scenes. 

You never fail to draw me in. 

I am all too aware of my breathing, all too aware the narrowing gap between us. I am aware of my desperation, a desperation born of impatience. I do not know what sorcery this is, and how you manage to lure me into bed every single time, lull me beyond any sleepiness I might have to spend time with you instead, but you have me under your spell. 

And under that spell I’ll stay.