Sorry & the Beautiful Story

I TALK TOO MUCH SOMETIMES. I don't like talking too much. But sometimes when the mood strikes me, I can talk. I can go on and on and on and on. It is my weakness that I sometimes like the sound of my own voice and I forget to shut up. I think I am a better writer (as far as that goes) than a talker. Because talking involves thinking on your feet, with little time for introspection. We say the darnest things sometimes, and your sinner here is no exception to the rule.

TEARS. I am often in the brink of tears when I talk. It happened on Monday morning when I spoke with my partner, Ariffin. And again yesterday evening when our office was honoured by the visit of a friend of a friend. I don't know why I am like this. I was never like this before. What do I speak about?. At first instance, people will think I am speaking about faith and religion, but essentially I am just talking about love.

WHAT MIRROR ARE YOU USING? It is my despertate sorrow why people do not see themselves as I see them. That they cannot see in their reflection upon the Ocean of Mercy just how delightful they truly are. So what mirror are they holding up in front of their faces? THE LIGHT SWITCH OF THE SOUL. My beloved readers, there is a light switch inside of you. I cannot find it for you, for I myself am stumbling in my own gloom. But even where I am, there is still enough light for me to see the beauty that is you, sunshine.

SORRY AND THE BEAUTIFUL STORY. However careful I am in writing this blog, I wonder if I have inadvertantly hurt anyone's feelings. If I have, forgive me for I am a poor soul - A hobo in the Prophet's train of hobos, a castaway from this world and a jester in the Court of Divine Comedy. So forgive me, delicate soul. Lend me your sight and spare a little time for this old dodger and his tales. I would like to think that all my stories are beautiful. Because really, all of them are about you.

Thank you, sunshine.

Pax Taufiqa.