It’s a conscious choice to write more, yet streamline my work.
So you may find me posting erratically every once in a while. Although I continue to write every day as I have for the past couple of years .
I simply started to switch to writing on paper, and I shall post one here regularly, but perhaps not every day. I sense great joy in picking up a pen and writing. It connects me up wires my hand brain coordination a little more than tapping on digital keys.
I already find myself relaxing into it as now I can write anywhere anytime with or without internet . This is simplifying as much as satisfying to me.
To talk about the day I first picked up the pen to write, I wrote a few words and found how strange it felt to be actually inking on paper after so long . It was a missing action piece in my work. Typing is not the same thing. It takes away the flow of continuous touch of the pen on paper.
Although I have written every day digitally over these years. I realise how important it is to never lose touch with writing by hand.
Writing digitally may be faster but fine muscle coordination and postural stability improve when you write with a pen.Something I want to work on again…
The simple joys of flowing with a pen and looking at your work right before you, a tangible piece that connects you with yourself in the touch. It’s hard to replace.
My writing, which seemed erratic at first due to lack of practice, has seen much improvement. Hope this art is not forgotten by other writers.
A point of reflection:
When was the last time you took time to write with a pen on a page ?
Hiroyuki Sanada once said, “There are those who want a swimming pool in the house, while those who have one barely use it. Those who have lost a loved one feel a deep sense of loss, while others who hold them close often complain about them. Those who do not have a partner yearn for him, but those who have, sometimes do not value him. The hungry would give anything for a plate of food, while the well-fed complains about the taste. The one who doesn’t have a car dreams, while the one who has one is always looking for a better one. The key is to be grateful, look carefully at what we have and understand that somewhere, someone would give everything for what you already have and don’t appreciate.”
A beautiful read this morning came my way through a social media forward from my mother.
It’s truly meaningful.
The Final Whistle…
I was watching a local football match on a school ground. I asked a boy sitting nearby, “What’s the score of your team?” With a smile, the boy replied, “We are at 0, the opponents are at 3.” I said, “Don’t lose hope, young man.”
The boy looked at me with a puzzled expression, as if questioning my understanding of his determination. He then gave me a profound response: “Why should I lose hope, uncle, when the referee hasn’t blown the final whistle yet?” “I trust my team and my coach completely.” “We will definitely win,” he said confidently and continued watching the game.
To my amazement, the match ended 5-4 in favor of the boy’s team. As the victory was announced, the boy waved enthusiastically at me and left with a bright smile.
I was astonished, struck by his unwavering belief and confidence. His faith was so beautiful, so deep, it left me contemplating.
That night, as I returned home, his question kept resonating in my mind: “Why should I lose hope when the final whistle hasn’t been blown?”
Life is like a game… While we are still in it, why do we give up so often? When our final whistle hasn’t sounded, why should we despair?
The truth is, many of us blow our own whistle prematurely. We leave the field before the game is over.
But as long as life is with us, nothing is impossible. Whether our time is half over, three-quarters over, or just beginning, that doesn’t matter.
What matters is that we don’t blow the whistle on ourselves before the time is up.
The referee of our game is God. Have faith in Him and in yourself.
So, let’s remember that the final whistle hasn’t sounded yet, and let’s enjoy every moment of life like an exciting game!
It’s the way of love, to accept and allow It’s the way of love, to empower with hope It’s the way of love, to sense the light of life. It’s the way of love, to share from the heart.
For love is the gift of life. And it’s the way of love, to be filled with gratitude.
Savvy Raj 
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