Sipping through a warm cup of oat milk, stirring it as the delicate flakes swirl and twirl in the midst of cream matte liquid; a combination of flavour and scent when it drops to 8 degrees outside. Works fine to rest a tired mind, it works simultaneously without us noticing it. How all these nerves, plexus, veins and arteries connected to one another contributing to a cloud of ideas and endless ponderings. Opaque, clear, leaden & somber or joy with exuberance.
It does not require me much thinking when it comes to something so subjective, if I am not directly involved or encompassed. It requires a certain amount of experience & testing, no need an overdose of marathon.
Mike & I, photograph at Vienna, Ausrtria
Recently, a good friend of mine brought out an issue on ‘Trust’. It had never come to my mind how a five letter word can either build a bridge linking two particular individuals together or the other way round. Time is never a factor when it comes to most things, but to build up trust we really need an opulence of seconds to gain trust from someone, what’s more… it’s not any ordinary someone. True friends bond trust together in their friendship.
Friends come and go all the time; you don’t really need plenty of friends with a social cycle of thousands of diameter compared to others. You just need one good friend whom you can solely lay their trust on.
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