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Our apt and age-old adages

There is an old Khengkha saying which goes something like: Doth pa wa yangpa drak, yangpa wa gosa drak (It is better to get up than spend time sleeping and it is even better walking around than just being awake) But of course, it is important for us to have enough sleep for good health. I find this adage so apt especially when health is a serious concern.

But this proverb tells us so much. In wanting to write something great, I have not written anything here for almost a week now. And it is frustrating to see the same old content every day. Even if it is a bad piece, it is worth writing because all these small pieces together make a perfect one – if by perfection we mean practice. So, today’s finished but worst writing, I am told, is far better than tomorrow’s best unwritten work. “A bird in hand is worth two in the bush” has similar meaning although a different context. 

“Something is better than nothing,” says another proverb. So today’s post has nothing more than to warm up my cold and gradually freezing creativity. And hopefully this warm up exercise prepares me for the cold winter keyboard on my PC. 

Marriage is so much like this, isn’t it? Some people have an ideal people in mind that they want to spend their lives with that before they find one in millions they realize it is too late to even marry. What am I talking about here anyways? A little digression here and there! But the point is in pursuit of bigger and better things we forgo small and minute ones. 

Of course writing is far easier than deciding one’s marriage. I don’t intend to equate the two. Some women think it is unfair to equate their labor pain to a toothache. And rightfully so! A marriage is a cup of fish soup. No man’s cup of coffee.

Comments

  1. Take some inspiration from me lol
    I am just kidding. So how is everything going on besides your writing. Wai, convey my good regards to your wife.
    Happy National Day and Pelden Drukpa LhaGeyLo!!!

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  2. You sound confused and crazy to me today. I hope you will have the inspiration when your head clears.

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