Tuesday, 20 December 2016

Fiction: It Started On A Foggy Winter Afternoon

It Started On A Foggy Winter Afternoon

Author's Note: The best feeling in the world is when inspiration strikes right out of the blue and lingers long enough for you to get home to indulge in it. I'm not sure if this is going anywhere, but I like it and I want to share it. Ideas, suggestions, criticism...all is welcome. 

She stared out over the lake, or at least pretended to. The world around her was shrouded in a heavy, unyielding cloak of fog. It was so dense she could barely see beyond the few leaves stubbornly refusing to give into winter’s unforgiving chill. She could smell it though, the familiar scent of the murky waters wafted through the air, mixing with the freshness of the drizzling rain that had been falling all day. A gust of wind made her shudder and she pulled her hood further down into her face. It was cold but she wasn’t budging. She clenched her hands into fists, trying to somewhat warm her frozen fingers. Her thin, woollen gloves weren’t doing much of a job at keeping them warm. Her thoughts drifted, clinging to nothing in particular. She shuffled her feet and let out a sigh, quietly asking herself for the umpteenth time how she’d managed to get herself into such a royal mess. “So...” His low, deep voice, albeit familiar, made her jump involuntarily and it resonated in her mind over and over. She sighed again. He’d been patiently standing a step behind her, not too close but definitely far enough. She couldn’t see him but she didn’t need to. She didn’t want to either. Not right now. Besides, his face was etched in her memory and the scent of his aftershave was one of a kind. She felt she could pick it out of a crowd with ease. “So what?” She replied, drawing out the obvious. He didn’t respond, silence settled and she continued to stare out over the lake she couldn’t see. A few minutes past, she ignored him as he cleared his throat, then abruptly turned around and faced him. “Give it to me,” she said with conviction and he handed over a small, black pouch. It was somewhat heavy and she could feel its contents moving about. She squeezed her hand around the it, holding on to the precious cargo. For a moment she contemplated tossing the pouch out into the invisible muddy waters but since that wouldn’t solve her problems, only add to them tenfold, she dismissed the idea almost instantly. Instead she slipped the pouch into the pocket of her thick winter coat. “Thanks. I knew I could count on you.” His voice was lower than before, yet not submissive, and she nodded in acknowledgement, then walked away without a backward glance, heading into the impenetrable fog. She was out of sight within seconds yet she felt as if she was being watched. She shuddered and walked faster, suddenly eager to get out of the cold wet and into the warm safety of her small apartment. Somehow her rendezvous had taken longer than anticipated and dusk was settling in. It was getting darker by the minute and she didn’t feel like lingering out in the open for longer than necessary. Her gloved fingers tightly clasped around the pouch in her pocket, and she marched on, heading towards the main street and the nearest bus station. 

Thursday, 13 October 2016

A Letter To You

How do you describe someone who seems to literally have the power to take your breath away? Who amazes you so, that it leaves you speechless. Who can bring you to your knees, leave you shaking with tears, yet also bring you so much happiness that you think your heart might just explode.

With an endless array of words to chose from, I can’t settle for even just one. Not in English, not in German, not even in Chinese...

It’s frustrating to say the least. There are so many beautiful images in my mind, yet when I try to grasp at one, try to pull it closer, it -like sand- slips right through my fingers, slipping away back to that just-out-of-reach-place.

I’d like to do you justice, but I don’t know how. Where are the words that describe how much you’ve moved my world, how much you’ve turned it upside down, how much you’ve changed me as a person, how much you’ve helped me to grow?

When I’m with you, it’s like nothing bad could possibly happen. You’re like a shield, protecting me from all evil, like a soft cocoon surrounding me, keeping me safe and sound. When I’m not with you, I feel as vulnerable as a child, yearning for those strong arms to wrap themselves around me, providing me with warmth and shelter.

Knowing you is by far the best thing that has ever happened to me, I thank God for you. You light up my life like no-one else can. You bring joy, sweetness and laughter. The sound of your voice, the touch of your hands...

I don’t know when exactly I fell in love with you, but I know I did. Slow at first, then hard and fast. Occasionally, whenever I allow myself to reminisce about our time together, I keep trying to work out when exactly I fell for you, but I can’t. There isn’t just one moment, it’s all more of a blur of beautiful memories I’ll treasure forever.

You were there for me when my whole world came crashing down around me, shattering into a billion tiny pieces. You watched me go through my worst, yet you stayed, you even held on tight. You took my hand, gently pulling me back, guiding me towards the light, to a safe haven.

You are truly beautiful, inside and out. You’re always willing to help, no matter how tired you are. Whatever trivial thing troubles me, you’ll take a moment to give me some advice, finding one way or another to make me feel better.

I could stare into your eyes forever, listen to you go on and on about nothing and everything, watch you bustle along, hurriedly doing your thing. Just being near you like that is enough, no need for any special treats.

You have that exquisite ability to make me happy by just being you. With everything you do, you show me you care and it makes me love you even more. Just knowing that you’ll answer the phone when I need you to, that you’ll be there when things go haywire, that you’ll do your best to pull me through, is more than I could ever ask for.

Suddenly, it dawns on me, that those simple words might just be the right words for you and me. Words are after all only words. Your actions speak louder.

Thank you for being you, for loving me, protecting me and wanting only the best for me.

Sunday, 10 July 2016

Life 心里装着什么,就与什么结缘


What you adorn your heart with is what you form ties with.


We say we’re confused about the boundaries of life and life’s future, when actually it’s all rather simple, it’s all part of your choices, related to what’s in your heart. In a nutshell: The borders come with what the heart gives.


In life, if you plant a seed of deep hatred inside your heart, it will grow and once mature it will ruthlessly swallow your tolerance, your ability to be grateful, and any positivity. For no reason at all, you will find yourself in the darkness, using up your precious life.


If you plant jealousy, you will become scheming and greedy, unable to leave your narrow-minded thoughts behind. Wretched and selfish, you will find yourself stuck in your little circle of opinions, blaming everyone and anything, entrapping yourself, using up precious time.


If, in your heart, you blame others, then you stupidly, place others in the centre of your life, and repeatedly torment yourself.


If you place importance on position, money and property, you will spend your life valuing these three things, running about in a materialistic world.


As the importance of these things gradually increases, your desire to pursue even more, even better things, your inherent qualities will gradually lessen, until they disappear. When you find yourself reaching the limit, you cannot help but continue to live a mediocre, empty-handed life.


On the other hand, if you place importance on being kind and honest, tolerant, sincere and grateful, you fill discover that your life is truly full of sunshine.


If you persevere, you will break away from the boundaries and discover that life is truly this wonderful. When you meet troubles, you will take a moment to reflect on your own short-comings and try to improve them. The negativity of others will not impact you to the degree that you find your chest heavily burdened, ready to collapse.


If you let a little bit of everything inside your heart, you find yourself at the centre of the universe. All the rights and wrongs, the struggles, love, position and wealth, honour and disgrace, everything… Placed before you, all these things become trifling matters, to be blinked away, relieved with a smile.