I took advantage of an unattended piano at our after-school music recital to once again begin playing the chords, when my piano teacher came over and said casually, “Oh, you’re playing Clocks by Coldplay!” Ms. Whitehead had no idea she had just unlocked what would become a decade of my obsession with Coldplay!
Today, I learned Kavya had passed away, earlier in the morning. She was 25 years old. I shared with my friend: “I never had a bad experience with her. Every memory I ever had was always so sweet.” She always had a smile on her face. She was really gentle. She made campus for meContinue reading “Kavya”
… it is far far better to share your sub-par creations than hoard these same creativities, waiting for the perfect version to come about before sharing your stuff with the world.
I’ve mentioned before that humans are perpetual creators… the act oozes out on its own, without even needing input from us. That may lead us to the next question: what then does creating look like when we are intentional about it?
Wherever you go, there you are. So it matters not whether even your sons or daughters, parents, relatives, closest of friends, are at any point separate from yours. We are gifted by simultaneous moments with them. Yet our moments touch tangentially as we explore and experience all of life on our own paths.
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