I’m expecting to post a story collaboration project soon, he wrote the story and I provided illustrations.

The last time we did something similar it was 2 years ago, this was the result. 

The upcoming one will be in print form, and the style is less cutesy, more dark.

Eccentric old age please :D

wired:

[via nevver]:

Cycles of Life

In honor of last week’s adventures with @wiredbike!

I was floating on my back when I felt the first few drops greet my face. 

The sound of raindrops dripping, merging into the pool… is exactly like a string of beads coming undone, scattering across marble flooring. It was beautiful. 

Sometimes when my feelings become too overwhelming, I start thinking that life should be so much more larger than this—that the world should no longer be defined by how I feel about it, sensorily and mentally, but should instead be devoted to a bigger cause. Maybe it’s an escape route, or maybe it’s an innate spiritual need.

I know that different people may explain/refer to this feeling of belittlement and yet awe as

fate, or

empathy, or

a higher being

or karma 

or nature

morality even,

in general, a set of universal natural laws of some sort. 

From there, people are willing to devote their lives championing for what they have labelled it for. To each their own, but I think it’s really hard to put a finger to how much anyone feels about it. Thus no one can be wrong if the purpose is beneficial overall. I know that in saying this, I may already be using inaccurate terms to say what I think I’m saying now. In light of this situation, I haven’t had the chance to study this theoretically nor academically, so plain laymen’s terms it is for now.  

Personally, I believe in the good of people, love and kindness. I mean, aren’t these things taught in all religions? Growing up, I’ve been fortunate that my family elders have been impeccable role models in exercising these qualities towards others. They make mistakes and slip up occasionally, but they make sure to attempt making up for it.

The core of it is that, no matter what our beliefs are, it will often be challenged along the way, and our faith in it should emerge stronger than ever afterwards. 

One fine day, a dear friend of mine put forth an interesting notion, 

‘Maybe (inexplicably), we all do believe in the same thing, but name and thus know it as different things?’

Part 4 of Worldview: Consider this

Worldview Part 3 of 4: Personal progress

A 4-part story titled Worldview.

Part 1 of 4: Pick your pair

&

Part 2 of 4: Role models

And then a hero comes along.

Tomorrow’s my mum’s birthday. It’s close to Mother’s Day every year, so I often give her only one gift. 

[Translated: She’s not naggy, but concerned. Not fierce, but passionate.]