Mental Ramblings

When does something that is life-changing happen? How do we know that we have changed and do not know who we are? Is it when we look in the mirror and don't recognise the person we see? Or is it the feeling that gnaws at our eyes when we realize how much we have changed from where we began? Perhaps its a new change that is about to overcome our existence. Alienating our old self from something that is about to be a sea-change in ourselves. Or would we rather that we didn't need to know who we were before today when we looked in the mirror? Maybe we see it but are not able to reconcile to the fact that our image of ourself has also changed, perhaps distorted by imagining what we could have been and not focusing on who we are not. Maybe its time to awake from this delusionary dream of our self created image and to tide forward at what we really are and what we may become soon. The future cannot be seen. It merely chances an glimpse of what may be if we continue the course of o...

He had nothing to offer but a handshake. I was on my way to the clinic to get my finger stitched up after I cut it trying to open a can of luncheon. This little Sudanese boy, he was maybe 8, stood there outside his building and beckoned me. I don't understand Arabic, but a questioning nod from me was enough response for him. the few words he knew in English he used. "wait" he said and beckoned me to the entrance of the building. I saw a small red bicycle and I understood he needed help to get the bicycle up to his home. I went over picked up the bicycle with my healthy hand and started to follow the boy up the stairs. he lived on the second floor, the top floor of the building. I lay the bicycle on the floor and turned to leave, just as he says "thank you". I mention "you're welcome" as I step down, but he says "wait". I turn around and see his hand stretched out towards me. I couldn't help smiling as I accept his only offering for ...