as above, so below

More and Less


"It's not that less is more, but that you can have more if you know how to live with less."


I don't know who said this, it wasn't me, it was some architect being interviewed about his house design.
Somehow the words fit my frame of mind, my life design, so i jotted them down in my journal. He also said,


" I am not a minimalist, I'm an essentialist."

Somehow it was where i was heading, trying to organise my life to the bare bone basic essentials.
Unfortunately my living space and my inner space were the same, a big pile of mumble jumble garbage that needed to be taken out.

The junk grows larger and larger before me.
expensive stuff.
cheap stuff.
stuff i don't use anymore,
but kept for sentimental reasons.
new toys.
old toys.
fashion in.
fashion out.

eat today,
dispose tomorrow.
energy in,
garbage out.
just the essentials.

from Tadpole, Areeya Chumsai




"I picked up a seashell to illustrate my homelessness
But a crab crawled out making it useless
And all my metaphors fall flat"

In the opposite of Hallelujah, jens lekman



"I have found the paradox that if i love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more love."

Mother Theresa



Freedom


On the edge where the clear blue sea met with the clear blue sky stood a house. In the house lived a boy. And the boy have a love.
More than anything else in his little life, he loved his sailboat. A small wooden vessel with a 14-inch tall pole to hang a red sail.

Since Christmas, when he received the boat he dreamt about putting it on water. As spring finally melted the ice and snow, his dream came closer. Every day he polished the wooden deck. Every night he lovingly placed it on top of his dresser and gazed at his boat with pride before slipping into sleep.

As summer approached and the baby robins and the blue jays grew and spread their wings and flew away, the little boy knew it was time. He carefully took the boat down from it's pedastal and walked to the edge of the shore. He then carefully placed the boat on the still blue water and smiled as it softly bobbed up and down on the wave of the sea.

He watched and dreamt he was the captain of the boat about to sail around the world. The adventure he would have and the people he would meet along his journey filled his mind, only he didn't realise, the boat floating away. Further and further into the sea it floated, the wave taking the boat away from the boy.

The boy jumped into the sea after the boat. Crying and screaming, " Come back! Come back!" Gulping water and wiping tear, he tried reaching for the boat. Further away it floated, the wind and waves taking it away inches from his grasp. The boy refused to give up.
With one last determined breath of air he plunged towards the boat with all the strength in his small shivering body.

His spirit broken. His fingers wrinkled like raisins. He pulled the boat towards his embrace. And walked back to the house. Fear took his soul.

He could have lost the one thing he loved that day. It scared him. He never wanted that to happen again. He placed the sailboat back on it's pedastal and went about his life.

Never again did the boy play with the boat.
Never again did it touch water. And never again did the boat give wonder and joy, dreams and adventure to the little boy.

There is a touch of danger in every form of freedom.
But without freedom there is no life.

Areeya Chumsai