Sweet Tingly Butterflies Flapping Their Wings in my Heart

I am no stranger to heartbreak and heartache,

I have had my heart broken and shattered so many times I have lost count,

I have built up strong exteriors around my heart, which protect me from more pain and suffering,

But somehow my heart still hopes and yearns for some love, for someone who could genuinely care for me, make me smile, make all the struggles in life worth fighting for.

Alas, the heart is like a child that never gives up!!!!

I see him once a week on Saturday where I go for my weekend lunch,

The rest of the week goes by when tiny remembrances of him brush over my mind, making my heart flutter with excitement,

He’s always seated on the table next to mine, writing a report on some project,

Don’t ask me how I know, He spoke to me once,

and my heart skipped a beat!!

He monitors and evaluates projects, just the feel of these words is enough to get me all hyped up,

I love a man who writes , who does some sort of creative work.

He reads too!!! An added plus!!!

He’s cute, tall and that smile of his, a killer!!! That smile could cast a spell on femininity!!!!

His voice, a husky manly tone,

He’s a little shy, I catch bits of his glimpses on me,

I am as guilty as he is. I stare at him too,

Pretending to be lost in thought,

Or glancing over the book I am reading,

hoping to catch his eye, or just look at him for a teenie weenie bit,

It’s a game we play, stare with longing, with flirty gazes,

 

 

 

 

 

He isn’t like the other guys,

Straight away coming up to my table, asking for my number or trying to get too close too fast,

At times, I like this slowness, this old romance type attraction,

At times, my heart wishes he would make a move, ask for my number or say something other than just occasional smiles and glimpses,

Is he thinking about me the same way?

Is he feeling what I am feeling?

Am I constructing castles in the air?

Am I paving the way for another heartbreak?

I am scared, terrified that he may have someone else in his life,

That maybe it’s just me and my imagination running wild,

That there’s nothing here but infatuation,

But why does my heart wish for more?

Why does my heart beat faster when I see him walk towards his table?

Why does his voice strike a chord that matches with the music my heart hopes to create?

Why does his glance make butterflies flutter in my heart and everywhere else?

Why am I longing for him when I have no idea if he feels the same way about me?

Why do I smile while thinking of him?

Is this meant to be or is it just one of the many jokes karma is playing on me?

All I know is I like him and I wish for more,

Each second feels like ages and ages,

Why the anticipation? the fear? the panic?

Oh!!!! the butterflies, please stop fluttering as much as you do,

Please stop flapping your wings as hurriedly as you do,

until I know where I stand or what this all is about.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I live on 24 hours a day, what about you?

 

We all  live on 24 hours a day. We wake up in the morning, rush to work or school, come back home in the evening and sleep. This is how every human being on earth lives. There might be some slight variations or differences, but that is how a normal day goes by.

It amazes me when someone says I do not have time, especially when that someone is your friend or someone you expect to at least think of you sometime. It is not like I have a few more hours to live on or that I am less   busy. I just think that if you really and truly care for someone, you would make an effort to send them a message or make time for them. You are not at work every second of your day. You are not tied to your office every hour that goes by. At some point in their lives, people do not regret that they spent less time at their office, but they regret the fact that they spent less time with their loved ones or friends.

Some claim they do not have time to text their friends and reply in monologues when you text them, but they have the time to post a new status update on facebook or instagram. They do not reply to your messages till a day or two has passed, but they have read your message and changed their profile picture on Whatsapp. How is it that they manage to find the time for social media but not to talk to their friends?

Maybe I live a more balanced life or maybe I do not lead an exciting life or go out much.  Or maybe I manage to make an effort in order to do the things that I like to do. Instead of spending hours scrolling through my Facebook or Instagram, I choose to read a book. Instead of updating my profile picture or status update, I would rather talk to my friends or family. Instead of hanging out at night with total strangers, I would rather have coffee with a neighbour or a close friend.

I guess sometimes in life some people change their priorities. They no longer view you as an important link to their life. They just let you go silently. That is why I choose to have few trusted friends, who make an effort to be a part of my life and not just when it pleases them.

Yes, it hurts me and makes me cry. Maybe I am very emotional or just get attached too fast or expect a lot from people in general. But I would rather be that than just cold-hearted and too busy to even greet your friend who has been with you through every crisis you have overcome.

This is not a complaint but a cry from my heart!!!

We all live on 24 hours. It’s just how you set your priorities within those 24 hours that determines how busy you are.

Dwindling Friendship

 

There was a time when we were inseparable,

We spent every moment together,

Every second apart, we counted the minutes when we would be together again,

I was always there when you needed me,

When everyone was against you, I stood by your side,

Never letting you face any battle alone,

We laughed like there was no tomorrow,

There wasn’t a secret between us,

Everyone spoke of our friendship as a legend, a history they would narrate for generations to come,

There were many who tried to tear us apart,

But we stood united and together as ever,

Partners in crime, Accomplice in mischief,

That was us!!!

With you I felt like I could conquer the world,

Every challenge felt like a joy to face,

Every bout of sadness turned into a smile,

Every achievement felt like it was magnified a million times more,

Every secret we shared was a whisper no one would ever know,

But today, we hardly even talk,

the word “busy” defines our relationship to each other,

miles separate us because we are now in different towns,

different jobs,

we can post selfies and change our profile pictures,

but we can’t talk to each other,

we can socialize with others but not with us,

we can chat with others, but not to each other,

I feel a tug at my heart for feeling this way,

we are drifting apart,

You can barely answer my texts,

leaving monosyllables of yeah, yes, no

I feel like I have lost you,

I feel like I have been replaced,

I ask about your life but you never answer,

I ask about work and all you can say is busy,

So much going on in my life,

but you aren’t there to hear any of it,

I cry but you aren’t there to console my pain,

That’s fine,

I’ll always hold the memories we shared close to my heart,

Never again will I have a best friend,

because they all move away, leaving me where I am,

replacing me with the next best thing in life,

Dwindling Friendship,

Broken Friendship,

That’s what remains of us!!!!!

 

 

Mysterious Stacks Of Books In NYC Are Connecting Strangers From Around The World (Source: http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/2DAqYA/:5Y02znYi:fp_pVVV!/www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/shaheryar-malikleaves-leaves-stacks-books-new-york-city-social-network_us_56f95ef6e4b014d3fe239668)

Could this be a new chapter in the way we interact with one another?

Shaheryar Malik has left stacks of books from his own library at popular destinations all over New York City. He doesn’t stick around to see if anyone takes one of his books, nor does he re-visit his stacks. Instead he leaves a bookmark with his email address printed on it inside each book, in the hopes that he’ll hear back from whomever decided to pick that book up.

Stack of books left in Central Park.

“If I stuck around or revisited the stacks then it would be very close to how we live ‘digitally,’” Malik told The Huffington Post. “Nowadays we can go back and look at something we posted whenever we want. We can just hang around on social networks for hours [watching a post].”

So, instead he decided to leave the books to “live their own lives.”

“I felt much calmer, relaxed and yet more excited when I walked away from them,” he said.

Stack of books left in on steps near the Hudson River.

Malik’s novel idea, called The Reading Project, started last spring when he was on a walk near Brooklyn Bridge and felt the impulse to take a selfie. But right before he snapped the photo, he realized something:

“I’ve been on that bridge so many times and every time everyone takes the same picture and does the same thing. I wanted to try something different.”

So, instead of sharing yet another selfie of someone on The Brooklyn Bridge, he decided to share something physical instead of digital.

He went to his home library, selected a variety of titles and left a stack on New York’s iconic bridge.

Stack of books left on the Brooklyn Bridge.

Malik says he’s left eight stacks through out the city at locations like Central Park and Grand Central Station, and aside from one small stack, each consisted of about 45 to 55 books, which he typically transports from his home by car and then from the car with a trolley.

Each stack has a note that reads: “Take a book. Any book. When you finish, email the artist.”

The Morning Email
Wake up to the day’s most important news.

When someone sends him an email, Malik asks the person which book they took and where they live.

Stack of books left on The Highline.

He’s received about 70 emails from over 30 countries around the globe.

“Not all the books have been read which means this could keep going,” said Malik. “That’s one of the things that I really love about this project — it may never end.”

Stack of books left on a footbridge above a highway near the Washington Bridge.

Malik has given away all of his books, except for three that he’s currently reading. When he’s finished with those, he’ll keep them on his bookshelf until he’s accumulated about 40 or 50 more to create a new stack. He says he plans to leave stacks outside of New York City and mentions Malaysia and Brazil as two places he has in mind.

A small stack was left in a playground above Central Park in Harlem.

“Words in a book sitting on my shelf are meaningless and lifeless to me until they are read again,” he said. “The people who’ve taken part in the project are now connected to me in this weird [but good] way. I’ve never seen or met them, but I know what they have read and vice versa. That’s pretty personal. Strange thing is that I’ve given a total stranger a part of me and yet, I still have it.”

 

My Comments: We really need this here in Tanzania. It would be a welcome surprise to receive books this way from an anonymous stranger to cultivate the love of reading and joy of books.

Read 200 Books This Year by Making This 1 Tiny Change to Your Routine A little math proves you do have enough time to change your life with books. (Source: http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/3u6Huw/:1i4$8mO$q:jq@0jpCI/www.inc.com/jessica-stillman/yes-you-do-have-time-to-read-200-books-this-year.html)

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Really, that’s it.

And if you don’t believe me, there’s a whole host of luminaries, from Warren Buffett and Bill Gates to Richard Branson and Barack Obama, who will tell you the same thing.

But if building your brainpower is that straightforward, why don’t more people do it? For the same reason that we fail to do lots of worthy but less urgent self-improvement projects–we’re all really busy.

But are we really? A new article by Charles Chu of site Better Humans raises an eyebrow of skepticism at people who claim they simply don’t have enough time to feed their intellect with books. And he has math on his side.

The simple math that proves you do have enough time to read

Chu tells the story of how reading 200 hundred books a year (yes, 200!) for the past several years has helped him turn his life around, reconsider his career, and become much happier. It’s a fascinating tale. But Chu also anticipates the objections. That’s great for you, some might say, but my life is chaos.

Nope, counters Chu. If you’re anything like the average American, you actually have plenty of time to read just as much as he did. All you have to do is make one little substitution in your life. He starts with how much time you need:

“First, let’s take a look at two statistics:

  • The average American reads 200 to 400 words per minute
  • Typical nonfiction books have about 50,000 words

Now, all we need are some quick calculations:

  • 200 books x 50,000 words/book = 10 million words
  • 10 million words/400 wpm = 25,000 minutes
  • 25,000 minutes/60 = 417 hours

That’s all there is to it. To read 200 books, simply spend 417 hours a year reading.”

Before you object and say that there’s no way you have 417 hours a year to spare, Chu points out a few uncomfortable facts:

“Here’s how much time a single American spends on social media and TV in a year:

  • 608 hours on social media
  • 1,642 hours on TV

If those hours were spent reading instead, you could be reading more than 1,000 books a year.

Here’s the simple truth behind reading a lot of books: It’s not that hard. We have all the time we need.”

He’s not the only one pointing out that the only reason many of us don’t have time for books is because we’re addicted to screens (time that we often fine wildly unfulfilling). Design for Hackers author David Kadavy has also noted that if you simply pick up a book every time you get that itch to mindlessly browse your feeds, you’ll hit your reading target in no time.

If you’re still thinking this change sounds easier said than done, then check out Chu’s complete post for specific tips on making the switch, or read other experts’ advice on how to read moredespite your busy schedule.

So what do you think: Would you be willing to substitute most of your social media time this year for reading good, old-fashioned books?

The death of reading is threatening the soul – Philip Yancy (Source: http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1bVw0S/:5Y02zpjy:p43RqxE1/www.washingtonpost.com/news/acts-of-faith/wp/2017/07/21/the-death-of-reading-is-threatening-the-soul)

I am going through a personal crisis. I used to love reading. I am writing this blog in my office, surrounded by 27 tall bookcases laden with 5,000 books. Over the years I have read them, marked them up, and recorded the annotations in a computer database for potential references in my writing. To a large degree, they have formed my professional and spiritual life.

Books help define who I am. They have ushered me on a journey of faith, have introduced me to the wonders of science and the natural world, have informed me about issues such as justice and race. More importantly, they have been a source of delight and adventure and beauty, opening windows to a reality I would not otherwise know.

My crisis consists in the fact that I am describing my past, not my present. I used to read three books a week. One year I devoted an evening each week to read all of Shakespeare’s plays (Okay, due to interruptions it actually took me two years). Another year I read the major works of Tolstoy and Dostoevsky. But I am reading many fewer books these days, and even fewer of the kinds of books that require hard work.

The Internet and social media have trained my brain to read a paragraph or two, and then start looking around. When I read an online article from the Atlantic or the New Yorker, after a few paragraphs I glance over at the slide bar to judge the article’s length. My mind strays, and I find myself clicking on the sidebars and the underlined links. Soon I’m over at CNN.com reading Donald Trump’s latest tweets and details of the latest terrorist attack, or perhaps checking tomorrow’s weather.

Worse, I fall prey to the little boxes that tell me, “If you like this article [or book], you’ll also like…” Or I glance at the bottom of the screen and scan the teasers for more engaging tidbits: 30 Amish Facts That’ll Make Your Skin Crawl; Top 10 Celebrity Wardrobe Malfunctions; Walmart Cameras Captured These Hilarious Photos. A dozen or more clicks later I have lost interest in the original article.

Neuroscientists have an explanation for this phenomenon. When we learn something quick and new, we get a dopamine rush; functional-MRI brain scans show the brain’s pleasure centers lighting up. In a famous experiment, rats keep pressing a lever to get that dopamine rush, choosing it over food or sex. In humans, emails also satisfy that pleasure center, as do Twitter and Instagram and Snapchat.

Nicholas Carr’s book “The Shallows” analyzes the phenomenon, and its subtitle says it all: “What the Internet Is Doing to Our Brains.” Carr spells out that most Americans, and young people especially, are showing a precipitous decline in the amount of time spent reading. He says, “Once I was a scuba diver in the sea of words. Now I zip along the surface like a guy on a Jet Ski.” A 2016 Nielsen report calculates that the average American devotes more than 10 hours per day to consuming media—including radio, TV, and all electronic devices. That constitutes 65 percent of waking hours, leaving little time for the much harder work of focused concentration on reading.

In “The Gutenberg Elegies,” Sven Birkerts laments the loss of “deep reading,” which requires intense concentration, a conscious lowering of the gates of perception, and a slower pace. His book hit me with the force of conviction. I keep putting off Charles Taylor’s “A Secular Age,” and look at my shelf full of Jürgen Multmann’s theology books with a feeling of nostalgia—why am I not reading books like that now?

An article in Business Insider studied such pioneers as Elon Musk, Oprah Winfrey, Bill Gates, Warren Buffett and Mark Zuckerberg. Most of them have in common a practice the author calls the “5-hour rule”: they set aside at least an hour a day (or five hours a week) for deliberate learning. For example:
• Bill Gates reads 50 books a year.
• Mark Zuckerberg reads at least one book every two weeks.
• Elon Musk grew up reading two books a day.
• Mark Cuban reads for more than three hours every day.
• Arthur Blank, a co-founder of Home Depot, reads two hours a day.

When asked about his secret to success, Warren Buffett pointed to a stack of books and said, “Read 500 pages like this every day. That’s how knowledge works. It builds up, like compound interest. All of you can do it, but I guarantee not many of you will…” Charles Chu, who quoted Buffett on the Quartz website, acknowledges that 500 pages a day is beyond reach for all but a few people. Nevertheless, neuroscience proves what each of these busy people have found: it actually takes less energy to focus intently than to zip from task to task. After an hour of contemplation, or deep reading, a person ends up less tired and less neurochemically depleted, thus more able to tackle mental challenges.

If we can’t reach Buffett’s high reading bar, what is a realistic goal? Charles Chu calculatesthat at an average reading speed of 400 words per minute, it would take 417 hours in a year to read 200 books—less than the 608 hours the average American spends on social media, or the 1,642 hours watching TV. “Here’s the simple truth behind reading a lot of books,” says Quartz: “It’s not that hard. We have all the time we need. The scary part—the part we all ignore—is that we are too addicted, too weak, and too distracted to do what we all know is important.”

Willpower alone is not enough, he says. We need to construct what he calls “a fortress of habits.” I like that image. Recently I checked author Annie Dillard’s website, in which she states, “I can no longer travel, can’t meet with strangers, can’t sign books but will sign labels with SASE, can’t write by request, and can’t answer letters. I’ve got to read and concentrate. Why? Beats me.” Now that’s a fortress.

I’ve concluded that a commitment to reading is an ongoing battle, somewhat like the battle against the seduction of Internet pornography. We have to build a fortress with walls strong enough to withstand the temptations of that powerful dopamine rush while also providing shelter for an environment that allows deep reading to flourish. Christians especially need that sheltering space, for quiet meditation is one of the most important spiritual disciplines.

Modern culture presents formidable obstacles to the nurture of both spirituality and creativity. As a writer of faith in the age of social media, I host a Facebook page and a website and write an occasional blog. Thirty years ago I got a lot of letters from readers, and they did not expect an answer for a week or more. Now I get emails, and if they don’t hear back in two days they write again, “Did you get my email?” The tyranny of the urgent crowds in around me.

If I yield to that tyranny, my life fills with mental clutter. Boredom, say the researchers, is when creativity happens. A wandering mind wanders into new, unexpected places. When I retire to the mountains and unplug for a few days, something magical takes place. I’ll go to bed puzzling over a roadblock in my writing, and the next morning wake up with the solution crystal-clear—something that never happens when I spend my spare time cruising social media and the Internet.

For deep reading, I’m searching for an hour a day when mental energy is at a peak, not a scrap of time salvaged from other tasks. I put on headphones and listen to soothing music, shutting out distractions.

Deliberately, I don’t text. I used to be embarrassed when I pulled out my antiquated flip phone, which my wife says should be donated to a museum. Now I pocket it with a kind of perverse pride, feeling sorry for the teenagers who check their phones on average 2,000 times a day.

We’re engaged in a war, and technology wields the heavy weapons. Rod Dreher recent book, “‘The Benedict Option,” urges people of faith to retreat behind monastic walls as the Benedictines did — after all, they preserved literacy and culture during one of the darkest eras of human history. I don’t completely agree with Dreher, though I’m convinced that the preservation of reading will require something akin to the Benedict option.

I’m still working on that fortress of habit, trying to resurrect the rich nourishment that reading has long provided for me. If only I can resist clicking on the link 30 Amish Facts That’ll Make Your Skin Crawl…