“Let’s do something exciting!” Her voice emanated the thrill and her eyes sparkled.
“But you hate heights,” he began.
“Be intrepid! If we don’t do something challenging, how will we face our fears? How will we grow?”
She was already leading him to the hang gliding centre.
It was extreme, but worth it.
Also part of Weekend Writing Prompt #159
In a sea of torments, become your own captain.
Learn to navigate through the storms, to overcome the waves of anguish your mind creates;
To surpass the monsters that rage inside of you.
Learn to maintain your calm and rationale in the depths of the ocean, in the heart of the tempests and in the midst of the darkest nights.
Trust your intuition; know that sometimes your instinct knows best and will lead you to shore.
The downpour won’t last forever.
Prepare your mind and soul for it.
Also part of Weekend Writing Prompt #158
Remember this: your heart and brain play a different tune.
Also part of Weekend Writing Prompt #155
A good advice to survive a dramatic change in routine is to maintain continuity in your daily habits. Wake up early, stick to meal times, exercise. It’ll all pass. Just make the best of it.
Also part of Weekend Writing Prompt #150
“Not everything has to be so complicated,” she said, thinking out loud.
Female and male brains did not function the same way. This was a gender chasm that was difficult to bridge.
What seemed common logic to one, was not so for the other, and this led to many misunderstandings and consequent quarrelling, no matter what the relationship the two genders shared.
“Why do they always perplex things?” she asked her friend.
“It’s as simple as this: if you want to do something, then act like it, and do it”.
Also part of Weekend Writing Prompt #147
In a different time
Another epoch
There would have been something else
Another form of you
An alternative me
There would have been more
Maybe even less…
Also part of Weekend Writing Prompt #146
Michelangelo had said that “every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it”. The same is true for people. We all hide something great inside, waiting for the right circumstances to externalise, to gain form and light.
Like an artist expresses something of himself on a sculpture, so we too live our lives as an expression of who we are.
Also part of Weekend Writing Prompt #144
The first time he entered into a museum, she was holding his hand. He had no idea what he was entering.
He looked around astonished at how time had obtained a different meaning in those walls. It had suddenly transformed into space and it had teleported him somewhere else, to another era.
It was in there that he learnt how to search for the beauty, truth and meaning in his life.
She held his hand throughout the entire visit. Whenever she could, she shared some trivia about a famous painting or sculpture and the artist behind it.
It was in there that he saw more to the empty hallways and exhibits on the walls. It was not the artefacts he saw, but the ideas behind them.
He discovered that art is what Edgar Degas said: “art is not what you see, but what you make others see”.
Also part of Weekend Writing Prompt
