Musings

Last Act

Musings

Every day, the drama unfolds.

It begins the moment you see light from the late afternoon sun starting to inch downward against a wall, a curtain, a loved one’s face; when the soft orange glow of the sky makes everything around you appear dreamlike and real at the same time, like a fleeting portal to a world where the line between nostalgia and hope are undistinguishable and where past and future seem one and the same.

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Meanwhile, on a flight from Amsterdam to Munich…

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The drink cart hurtles along the aisle, pushed by a fully-bearded man who looks more like a trucker than a flight attendant.

He stops the cart beside an Asian guy wearing black-rimmed glasses, reading a book.

“What would you like to drink sir?” asks the flight attendant. His bearded smile looks like a forest surrounding a clear lake.

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The Magician’s Time

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I find that one of the most powerful seconds of your life is that moment when you first open your eyes in the morning, teetering between wakefulness and dreaming, not fully awake yet completely mindful of both your physical body and sentient being, untainted by the blunders of the day before and the strain of the day that is about to unfold.

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You Are Here

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I used to get lost a lot (and I mean a lot). For important appointments, I would allocate at least a couple of hours for getting lost. And for really important occasions, I would even do a dry run the night before–only to end up making a wrong turn or two on the day itself.

Thankfully, I have since then learned to be much better with directions.

Although once in a while, I would purposely take an unknown route just to get lost and see where it takes me.

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Good Mourning

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She always started the important events in her life early in the morning.

She got married early in the morning.

She had her daughter baptized early in the morning.

She celebrated her daughter’s first birthday party early in the morning.

It was as if she kept testing how willing and able her family and friends were to get out of bed just for her.

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