Dear Diary... 5th February 2025 - Dreams & Poetry

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Image taken by me.

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Dear Diary,

Today, I write from the familiar hum of the office - a place that has become both a sanctuary and a silent witness to my unfolding days. Yesterday was a blur, a day drowned in deadlines, urgent tasks, meetings, and a pace so frantic I could barely find a moment to pen down my thoughts. As it were, I could barely even gather those thoughts yesterday.

This morning, I arrived the office with a sense of reluctant determination, I needed to write. And on my drive down to the office, it felt as though the world slowed down.. as if the city itself were coaxing me to find meaning in the mundane. So here I am today, cup of coffee, and my pen in hand, grateful for the pause from the frenetic, even if its only temporary.

Yesterday, the clock raced too fast,
A flurry of mails, a mountain of tasks..
And in that chaos, I lost my own beat,
Neglecting the heart, that makes life complete...

So today I'll pause, amid the day's gentle light,
I'll seek moments of calm, in the clock's impatient flight..
For work must not claim, the core of my soul,
For I must find a balance, my heart must be whole...

Still, I must acknowledge, there's a peculiar beauty in the rhythm of routine - in watching the city breathe as the people wake, in experiencing the clamour of the early morning traffic mixed with the soft chatter of a thousand and one strangers, going here and there, and everywhere. I must acknowledge, that there's a bit of art in the gentle persistent clanking of keyboards, the whispers and shouts of colleagues, the constant chiming of mails, the constant soundbites of the news. Yes, I think there's a bit of art in all of these. And it all reminds me that life continues, day after day, even when every tick of the clock seems to echo my own inner doubts.

Perhaps though, this is simply me rebelling against the status quo. Maybe it is me seeking poetry, even in the routine. Still, even though I may be wrong, like a talisman, I would hold on to these thoughts, these hopes, these beliefs that beneath the spreadsheets and Zoom calls, there beats the heart of a dreamer. Maybe they are all dreamers too, these colleagues of mine.

Let the hours of labour not eclipse the art,
Of living and dreaming - mind, body and heart..
In the quiet spaces, in the thoughts that define you,
Let your dreams persist, Let our dreams remain true...

Dear Diary, I think my temporary pause is coming to an end. I know however, that I'll face today with renewed vigour.

Afterall, amid all the complexities of adult life — the weight of responsibilities, the relentless passage of time — there exists a delicate beauty that only those who dare to dream can see...

Take care now...

#SladenSpeaks
#IfWordsWereNudes

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I just closed my eyes now, and my son's laughter came to mind. Fleeting moments dear reader, fleeting moments... and dreams...