somethings no-one should read

This is not a blog which I'd expect you to read if your name does not have the initials AP or AT.
And if your name does have these initials and you still don't know if it refers to you or not, you'd be better off skipping this particular post and discarding the memory that you ever came across this article ever.

But if you are reading this line, then I guess you are the one I am talking about, since, I'm pretty sure, I'll never read this after I'm done putting my thoughts here for you to read.

Personally, in my life, I'd gladly choose a happy moment, even with the certainty of a sad moment in the future, to a dull moment with no assurance that a sad moment will not wait for me in the coming days. I'd rather have ups and downs in my life than a simple straight path with no undulations, for the high-points and the low-points leave behind powerful memories that make up the essence of life.

When I am 80 years old, I'd love to think back and remember my life-road's highs and lows, my successes and my mistakes, rather than look at an empty and drab life-road where I managed to circumnavigate the potholes, by taking the safe routes and the middle paths. I'd love to be able to laugh at my mistakes and see a tear or two trickle down at the thought of the happiness bygone.
I'd like to laugh at the stupid castles I had built in the air, and cry joyfully at all the things I'd managed to do right.

I'd love to be able to tell a lot of tales to my grand-kids, if I have them - tell them of the days when I was carefree, risk-loving and accident prone. I'd love to be able to fall back into a reverie of thoughts, along paths that I'd never explored before, and which only then the "old" wisdom would show me. I'd like to be able to fall into my final eternal sleep with enough experiences to relive for an entire eternity, until I'm finally let free, to roam wherever I may forever and ever more..

night outs - nights out

I looked at my watch and wondered where the hours had gone since I had last looked at the white dial. Wasn't the small hand parked squarely at 2?? It seems to have skipped all the other numerals in between and landed stubbornly past 5. Really?? 3 hours???

Somewhere in between, I must have lost track of the time or else my watch has had a serious case of amnesia and malfunctioning. Or perhaps it is just too indignant at my callousness with which I treat time and is punishing me for it..

But then somewhere down the line I realise that the poor watch is a mechanical contraption after all, unfeeling, unemotional and untenable. I feel sorry to have hurled abuses at its steady rhythm and slowly and sarcastically berate myself for having being so thrifty with Time.

In a dark corner of my heart, though, I smile and relive the moments which had seemed so fleeting, and yet I know they are moments which will last a lifetime. I chuckle at the day that spreads out before me, and before you know it, I have already planned to make up for the lost time, for that time holds something I consider very precious to my soul. Under no circumstances will I let that time pass me by, so I make do with being harder on myself, for I hold those times dearer to me than my life itself.

And as I put my thoughts to paper, the morning star winks out, and its soft light is lost in the brilliance that spreads out of the west.

the story of a bright blue star

This is in continuation to the same motivation from a particularly peppy chat today afternoon with a particularly "Pretty" lady friend.
As it turns dark but before the moon and the stars wink in, there is a bright twinkle in the sky just like a diamond only infinitely prettier. It is the evening star shining bright to watch over you, Oh thy sleeping child!
And in the cold mornings, as the stars gradually wink out, the morning star winks again to let you know it'll be back.

There is no lore to this in many cultures, but they are the romanticists delight, the star-crossed lovers' sigh and the poet's sonnet. They are the one and the same - Ishtar more commonly known as Venus, named after the Goddess of love.