Sometimes, it's the small things that matter. 

Is life suppose to feel this way? Am I missing something? Are the skies and the stones trying to tell us that the big mystery that we are awaiting is nothing except for stillness. And like the clouds, we are moving aimlessly to find the next beautiful thing when we realise that nothing is ever going to be good enough. 

Enough of the soppy post haha. 

Being thankful 101

My new macbook is here, very indulgent me installed office. 

I got to share some stuff with my Rachi and it was good to get some stuff off my chest 

Listening to today's sermon and am loving the verses in Isaiah 58. 

Tomorrow starts another week of HBL and thus, much rest.