You, Nietzsche and Pigs

One of the many reasons why women are the better of our species is because of their ability to intuit. Nietzsche was wrong about women, but you can still learn from the experience of reading him, and then do much better.

Everyday you bring us the deepest sense of fulfilment in having a toddler who is feisty and adorable, perceptive and nurturing. You bring your favorite book to me and you fall on my lap. You share your candy, we share our greek yogurt.

We watch Peppa Pig and we laugh with our whole body, flat on the bed, our feet wiggling in the air.

Cycling through Time

Five years in between these two pictures. It's as if time is non-linear, we experience everything together.

At age 3, you could barely speak straight. At almost 8, you say things like "I didn't mean literally" or "what an abomination."





Today, we biked together. I think you'll have good stories to tell.

No worries.

I start to worry if I stop recounting and retelling these many joys. Besides, I'm not flaunting them. I only tell them to myself. I worry that I go through life uncomplainingly these days.

I worry that I successfully bag my desires (now I have a bag of small achieved desires), while others don't. While many in my country, in the world, suffer. I worry that I've become mediocre. I might as well fill my pockets with these desires as stones that will take me down a river.

I worry that a state of equilibrium is always bound for agitation, like a calm before the storm, or worse, a crumbling at the slightest stirring.

I worried that I drank too much, so I stayed sober. It's been almost 30 days now and I feel like I can sustain this sobriety. I ran 93.1km in the past four weeks.

Finally, I realized that I am thankful for these worries. If it wasn't for them, I would have kept my own life unexamined. I know for sure that my decisions aren't just a reaction to life's worries. It is a pursuit of life itself.

I worry, yes, but more importantly, I will. I will say yes to life. Yes, I will, yes.

and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes. 

Almost Two

in 100 words

It's only been two summers, enough time to know that you will always remain beautiful and complicated. Those eyes with which you stare deeply, determinedly as though you can peer through our souls. Your laughter is as brilliant as sunshine. With you, we see the world more brilliantly.

Your mother has been with you for nearly every second of your life. And me too, except when I'm in the other room working, or when I'm out running or on an errand. Your brother too, who's already helping us with you, reading with you.

Yes, me, even more less of myself.

These Two

V. 

you, me and greek yogurt

I brought you a cup of Greek yogurt. The expensive kind, but also the inexpensive kind because it was sold at half the price being one month away from expiration. Nobody wanted it from this part of town. I spooned into the cup and slid it gently to your mouth . You exclaimed with a satisfied, smiling mmmmmm.

We fed each other, spread over a few days, cup after cup.


I.

on a Friday night

You discovered what mom and dad do at night. "Oh, so this is what you do when V. and I fall asleep. You clean up and wash dishes and have conversations." A few weeks went by, and you say, "I'll be staying up late to join your conversation."

Oh, the things you say.

Drinking Alone, Drinking the Ocean

Delicious ocean.
It devoured me, this ocean,
Delighted, this ocean.