R's rue

  After "Life" comes "Death". And so it is in this succession of blogposts. I remember lying in bed one night when I was seven or eight years old. Suddenly, I was overtaken  by a very disturbing thought. What would my life be like if my mother and father died? They seemed so everlasting  but I realised that their deaths were eminently possible. They could disappear. And then where would I be? There were tears on my pillow that night. After that I never quite looked at my parents in the same certain way as I had before. What is Death? Through the centuries, we have had to listen to the spouted beliefs of religious people. We have heard about Heaven and angels, Paradise and everlasting life. Those wicked young men who hijacked the four planes on September 11th 2001 were emboldened by the belief that they were securing their places in their imagined Islamic heaven. And nuns in convents surely believe that through their self-denial and Christian devotion they will ...

 Five things Even since the social media cleanse, I realize how addicted I’d become. The desire for stuff, and the perfect lives of people had made my depression eat me from the inside out. I still have those desires, but with time I hope it subsides more. I spend less time on my phone, and in the real world. What a blessing.  I actually stare out my window, and wait for today’s story to come to fruition. It’s so different from how I would normally try and craft my narrative.  The pressure I put on myself to be productive was insane. My health is still recovering from my self imposed need to stay busy. Because busy is good apparently.  Birthday is coming up. Don’t know how I will celebrate. I don’t know what I want.  My favorite gift already came. It’s a birthday card from my friend Borqna. My Bulgarian friend knows how to cheer me up while reminding me of my worth.  Have a beautiful day.  Love yourself and one another.  Regine from R's...