New keyboard as an excuse to write an update.

 So, as the title suggests, I am back here again with more musings simply because I bought myself a new keyboard.

Actually now that I am typing this out, I see now how mundane and even silly this it. But no matter, since I endeavoured to start this, I shall also finish it.

What new keyboard, you might ask. Well you see, I used to not be picky with my selection. It was either a budget option or a wireless one for convenience, but certainly not one that costed a pretty penny.

But I guess things changed. The membrane type keyboards that dominate the budget range felt more and more inadequate, typing was never really a joy, and the relentless changing of batteries became off-putting over time.

I finally decided on a mechanical keyboard. I decided that along with that, I'd perhaps dedicated a bit of time to finally work on my typing skills. And indeed when I finally came to its possession, typing on it has become a sort of therapy for me. It feels nice to go clicky clacky on it after work, as a way to relax. So much so that I've ventured to finally develop on my typing orthodoxy, since before I have been a 6 finger typist, now I am slowly expanding to the full 8 fingers.

So what else is happening lately? Well the pandemic hasn't quite settled down yet. If anything, the severity of it in this country has only increased. What can I say to this except to bemoan the unfortunate occurrences around me. Healthcare providers are vexed, the less fortunate among us are struggling more and more, people can't seem to hold jobs during this time, businesses are failing, all while people live in fear of the virus.

But I hope for the better, before the dawn is the darkest of twilight, and everything under the sun is a cycle after all.

Here's to a better tomorrow. I wish you, the reader who deigned to follow through to the end of this rambling, a good day.

It's all vapour

Transient, temporal, momentary.
Words to capture that which cannot be captured.
Boundless wind, fleeting time;
Or vapour, as one sage of old inclined.

Such are the mysteries of this life,
that which we all are appointed to live;
Mine end seems far from now?
Nay, such notion is only for the proud.

I know of this one bird,
this dreadful sparrow once lovely.
Her ways upon the wind mystify me,
wings that took her far and long.

Yet now her time has quicken,
days darken, hearts frightened.
She speaks naught, only listens,
Eyes white with tears glistened.

And what wind carries her now?
But the wind of a macabre air.
Or perhaps it's simply vapour,
barely perceptible, yet all agree it's there.

So this is the enigma,
what gain to live as such?
To be at death's door and have all,
only for a moment more.

Such is life under the sun.

Tasted a sweetness and craved for more.

I was reckless with love;
tasted a sweetness and craved for more.
I was hopeless with hope;
wielded a power that left me sore.

That winding path I thought worthwhile,
has now betrayed me a dead-end;
That seductive edge of the waterfall,
has now drifted me to resent.

To think that I found comfort,
in contradictions I thought profound.
To see now the sure truth,
in paradoxes I now resound.

I was reckless with love;
tasted a sweetness and craved for more.
I now hope with hopefulness;
wielding this power unlike before.