A Postcard from Japan

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Got a postcard thru the snailmail from a friend Adelina @packmeto – made my day… er.. night after a busy oncall. I had to ask myself when was the last time I had sent a friend a postcard. It is these little big things that just surprise you and fill life with small wonders…

Knock Knock, do you remember?

I will be vague (as I must protect the people in the story..not!).

First test:

An abandoned world that I had cherished so much had resurfaced in the form of an opportunity. Yes, opportunity knocking on my own door, asking me to get back. All the ‘fame’, the rush could be mine again, and yet, those who were there have now left and moved on, realizing the ‘game’ had no real meaning, and had no real value. It is so easy to see now how that lifestyle has no meaning.

Of interest, I was reading a book by Kerry Girling https://twitter.com/kerry_girling called the Final Chapter in which he describes the world in the way ants go about their daily lives. I had a small flashback, bringing me to a moment post-insomnia-hectic-hospital-oncall where I had been able to find a lull at the end of the shift, leaning against the balcony of the top floor of the hospital and watching everyone else rushing into the hospital to start their morning duties. In the distance, I could see cars and people moving into the business district, I wondered what their thoughts were, what their worries were, knowing they were oblivious to my curiosity of them. Busy and preoccupied, like ants coming out an anthill. Seemingly unaware of the giant human observer, whom at a whim could destroy their world….

Second test:

Whenever we can, we must choose our environment well, do we choose to be with those who continue to bring us down? It is hard to see this but it is a choice. Do we enjoy the punishment that is mete silently?

 

When The World Acknowledges You, When Someone Writes A Book About You

This copy goes to Bob - with a some words

This copy goes to Bob  with an acknowledgement

Well, is Bob real? Of course, he is.  The thought that came to my mind is, in his world, the book I have written must be some amazing way for the world acknowledge him! Imagine that….

Ever since I was  a child, every teacher/ person has mentioned that I have really terrible handwriting. Believe or not, I wrote the above really slowly and as nicely as I could.

If you can’t read my handwriting, here is what I wrote down:

Especially for “Bob”; 

I think somewhere in your mind, you must think  this is CRAZY!

I just wrote a book (and a few more) about you. The world is acknowledging you, in ways that only proves that you must be doing far more amazing things that I do not know of. Here it is, the proof. 

Just a reminder, not that you need one:  Keep these words to your heart, BUT don’t let it get into your head.

Thanks

Aammton

 

Where Eagles Used To Soar.

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I have decided to try my luck and submit a 5000 word short story to the Commonwealth short story writing competition click here and see what happens. I was waiting for a sign, to decide which story to write and only made my decision yesterday ! 5000 words in 24 hrs. Yes, it can be done.

Where Eagles Used To Soar was the title of the short story. Hopefully, it will turn out to be a book. It is a story of wildlife conservation activism!