The Art of Learning

When I reflect back on my life, I can view vast lands of learning and unlearning. Success and failure are not even visible to my naked eye. All those grades and exams were indeed cornerstones of stress, anxiety and learning. But, The yields of the land are based on the foundation of lifelong learning. 

If I have tell something to young learners today, I will ask them to focus on the desire for learning and unlearning. Exams and assessments are part and parcel of one's learning journey. I have been raised on a crops of examination and have been asked to look at my surroundings comprising of harvests of marks and distinctions. An enigma is created in the mind of an average learner. The learner is perplexed, bamboozled, and petrified. What is it that I am doing wrong?, asks the learner. His surrounding folks remind him of the huge lacuna that engulfs him/her. The learner is reminded of not the learning, but of the yielding of results and medals. 

The learner need to endure all of this. The learner has cull the necessary perseverance to keep on walking in his/her own pace. until the learner can find his/her own niche,

                                                  the learner must continue to walk.

More to follow, on my reflections on learning.

Adan.

View of the Sea 2

It is evening. It is the dawn of twilight and i can see the sea in a new light.

A couple of hours ago, I saw rain cover the sea in mist and obscurity. The haze grew larger and it cantered towards me in in approximately 30 seconds.

The magic of witnessing this arrival of rain to my personal space was to experience the beauty of nature. How can we ignore nature at the cost of modern trappings?

The sea is is calm now, resting in the lap of solitude. It appears moistened by the ferocity of rain. It seems blurred by the clarity of nature's magic. The ship that I saw in the morning does not appear to be in sight. The clouds are heavily decked above the sea. My sight is attracted by that mysterious haze.

As my mind is distracted by the barren land, I presume that nature cannot lie in rest and zen, it has to be disturbed my humans for it to be alluring. It has to be damaged in order to be nurtured. It is in nature of those who occupy the earth to nurture the nature.

Adan.

View of the Sea

My room affords me so many emotions and images. It seems that they are culled to be viewed in chaos. Time is debated about whenever I see the sea from my room. I have seen the forest disappear in a blink of the eye. The eye is still blinking but the forest is there no more.

The barren land is meant for human consumption. It is waiting to be butchered by ambitions and aspirations. Yet, I can see the beautiful sea. This wonder of nature available to me is a result of cold-blooded ambition and necessity.

But, I continue to marvel this serendipitous vision that lie in front of me. A wandering ship floats by, changing its position on water. A few seconds later, it isn't visible to my eye. It has probably disappeared in the oblivion of the vastness of its medium. Sometimes, this vastness is limited to the human eye.

I continue to experience different emotions vis-a-vis this view of the sea.

I shall continue to share with you me nascent experiences that are convivial with my emotions.

Adan.

Dawn

who could savour teh drastic desires of time. I have come here to mingle with my unperturbed soul. The amount illicit thought surmount the peace within.

Maybe there is another twilight before dawn. Yes, there is a chance.

snap

salvations of desire runs through the agony of existence

Vida con mi novia

in this new place that i have come to know.

I struggled for a while,

a while seemed an aeon.

Now, the aeon seems an ant,

the ant is a symbol of life.

A desire one must fulfill

by the vortex of the whirlpool, Swooosh!

I sit here

the horizon of a wide-frame lense before me. I screen in between, the struggle i had to go through. But, I was not alone, I do not see this drama staged alone. i have a soul with me.

A soul who sees what i do

who breathes what i breathe

who struggles what i struggle with.

Such is the swim ride called Vida. That as long as love, as along as you struggle...

You Live. and you love....

Losing Control

perhaps the notion of control is overrated. I sit here, this long weekend.

Control is a state of mind more than a kinesthetic achievement. This day, i retrospect at the weekend spent well, went fast.

Control is more often related to a physical object. Recently, i lost something expensive in monetary terms, in societal values. I LOST IT!!!

Instead of a feeling of loss, the incident bore me a sense of relief and enlightenment; what it means to be out of control. It was PEACE.

I do not know where we lie. We need the material goods to keep us happy, yet they bind us in an incomprehensible bond is is smeared with afflictions of materialism. It is only when we lose these things that we know how loseable they are!