Brain Contour

Living isn’t fair.

The past ten months in Brookings had been a continual tussle of having faith and not having faith – a fluctuation that, in most instances, opted to stop on the former. Lately, however, my psyche had settled for the latter. The infinitesimal linear membranes of my reasoning that support the conformity of arguments warp into a complex ball-like silhouette that any lawyer’s rebuttal wits may only go about in circles, or, just as worse, end up on dangling ends. In a state of skepticism, there are just few things that may successfully penetrate the core of the ball and rouse me to believing that a coin can be flipped to reveal another side. Show me some love. Show me some actions. Only then, I would have a change of heart.

Brookings, SD

Prayer

Father our thou that art in heavens
I was thinking for a theme to write and was, instead, led to make a compilation of my articles that fortunately saw light for publication in few local and national magazines and dailies. One at a time, I placed each one in chronological order, cautious not to mistakenly skip a piece nor mistakenly put one before or after the other.