This question is so overused, I often doubt its purpose. Or maybe I'm just over-analyzing an innocuous greeting. I almost always do.
Turtles All The Way Down is the latest addition to the gripping and heart-wrenching quartet of John Green novels that has given literature for young adults a refreshing take. This time, Green lets you in on a vicarious read that would make you feel the struggles that go along with OCD like you own it.
We make a lot of journeys in life, literally and figuratively, to be able to just get there to whatever place we want to be. Every journey must begin somewhere, and it often begins with a 'why'. Here is mine.
The last time my mother was in her hometown was in 1989. Nearly 30 years later, she finally gets the chance go home, and this time with us.
In a time lapse, I am on a standstill. While I am busy trying to figure out what I want to do, the world has already gone ahead of me. This feeling of getting left behind I cannot quell, it feels like I have to constantly move, never mind where, as long as I keep on moving.
Author Paulo Coelho was right when he wrote, "It's the simple things in life that are the most extraordinary." These simple gestures from my family made me appreciate what I have right now. A family that may not be expressive, but deeply cares.
My first time on ice gave a refresher on life's oldest adages.