The Old Man

I haven’t posted anything on this blog for quite a while now. The simple reason was that my life started to catch up with me and I wasn’t in my most creative time. In other news, I’m attending camp nanowrimo in April and I hope to do a lot of work on my novel then.
I have a little short story for you now titled “The Old Man” — I hope you like it, it has been a unique experience to write.

The old man told me that even though I am a big man I ought to take little steps.
When I first saw the man I thought nothing of him. He sat on a bench in a small park, watching people pass by.
On my fifth visit to this park I decided to sit beside this old man. He said nothing and I left after an hour, saying nothing. I returned the next day and sat beside him once more. I asked him why he sat here. He said he observed the passing of time. I asked him why he did that when he could observe the passing of people in this busy place. He said that he traveled the world in his younger years and that he needn’t worry about such things. I asked what job he had, that he could travel the world like that. He said he was a teacher, or a preacher, I couldn’t tell and when I asked him, he laughed heartily with the kind of laugh that only old people can laugh.
He said he taught children with the word of the Dow (which I later learnt was written ‘Tao’) and of course, some practical studies as well. I asked what he taught them that he got so much money for it. He stared at his feet for a while, trying to condense his thoughts into an idea.
“I teach them,” he spoke with a distinct sagacity in his voice, a breath of age, if you will. “I teach them that if they fill their bowl to the brim, it will spill. I teach them that if they keep sharpening their knife, it will blunt. And most of all I teach them to do their work, then strip back.” I asked why he taught them to step back from their work, reject the pride of accomplishment, as I put it. He replied that it’s the only path to serenity. Midnight was approaching and I asked the man if he shouldn’t go home. He said that I better go, or I might catch a cold and that I needn’t worry about him.
And so I left.
I had a busy week that following week, so I couldn’t visit the old man. After eight days I decided to go and visit the old man again. He wasn’t sitting on his bench today. His place was taken by a young lady. I sat beside her and asked her about the old man, if she knew him or where he was. She said she knew him and that he left about 3 days ago. She told me he wanted to see me, that be wanted to give me, she fidgeted with her bag and pulled out, this plain gray metal box.
I took the box and thanked her. The box, upon closer inspection, wasn’t plain at all. Ornaments of exotic plants and fruits adorned the cover, but they were so faded that most of the cover was adorned by your imagination. I thanked her once again and left.

“I brought you water, old man,” I said. “I hope you didn’t mind my absence too much, old man,” I said, putting water to the fake roses. I stood and observed what has now become the old man’s residence. Marble, fake flowers, no candles… I opened the box. The box was filled to the brim with sweets and chocolates from many different countries, a folded paper note on top of the box. I unfolded it and read what the old man wrote.
“Young man,
Today I saw it.
A small boy visited me in the park. He sat beside me and asked me what I was doing. I told him I was embracing the Tao(this was the first time I saw the word Dow written) and naturally he asked how I did that, that I was just sitting there, how could I accomplish anything? I told him about the master and how she acted by not doing and taught by not saying and the boy understood. He said the Tao was one with me as well.
I caught hold of the boy’s hand, I knew him, everyone knows him.
Nobody likes the boy though, they resent him with a burning passion. It is up to the elderly to play with him, for they understand him. When he comes to them they are welcoming, as if he were their own child.
I told him I knew him. He smiled and said he was glad. It was getting cold and dark so the boy took my hand in his and said It’s time to go home.
The boy you see, was death. ”
Rain started to fall and the drops soaked through the paper.
“I’ll miss you, Dad.” I said, clutched the metal box and ran.


At Times When It Rains…

Drops fall from the clouded night sky,
Echoing through the window panes…
My breath fogging up the window,
At times when rains…

The First of 2015

Happy new year everyone!
Thank you for following my blog and liking my posts in 2014, you have no idea how much it motivates me to write more and publish, which I never thought of when I first started writing.
I have a few resolutions for 2015, which I of course hope to fulfill. This is, actually, the first year that I give myself a resolution. Every year I would tell myself (and I believe in what I say) that resolutions are pointless unless there is someone to keep them in check, and I don’t have any reliable people to do so, so naturally, I couldn’t care less.
With this age comes also the struggle of facebook, and having to congratulate everyone that they were awesome in 2014, and good luck in 2015, and make 2015 fun, and yadda yadda yadda yadda.

There. I said it. Hah.
Back to the resolutions. I have one resolution which easily encompasses all my minor resolutions, and that is, to write more. Write more blog posts, write more stories and poems, write scripts for my videos (you might not know, and might not be interested, that I have a YouTube channel where I make videos about the games I play, most notably World of Warcraft) just write in general.
All in all, I wish you all a happy new year (personally, not like to my facebook ‘friends’).

Merry Christmas!

Post-proofread note: contains some bad language and complaining about Christmas.
Post-post note: Dammit, it’s the 25th already!

So it’s that time of the year again? Oh well, merry christmas to you all, thank you for sticking around with me in the year of 2014- oh wait that’s new year talk.
Honestly, I’m not that big of a fan of Christmas. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m no grinch but I’m also not the kind of person to humm jingle bells or run around in a Christmas sweater. I just don’t get all the hype around Christmas. Christmas is a Christian holiday isn’t it? Why do we non-christian people need to care so much? Last time I checked, Christmas was a celebration of baby Jesus coming to save us from our sins.
Before you call me an anti christian bastard, please read the next sentence.
The problem with Christmas is that it’s so commercialised. 50% off! Crazy Christmas Deals! Winter Price Demolition!
Oh fuck off…
I bought a whopping amount of Christmas presents this year: one. I bought A present. Wow, awesome, good job Sam, was it like for your mom? No, I totally ignored/forgot about my family again this year (which is quite common, reader, I don’t think they mind that much, honestly) and the present I bought was for my friend Sophia (who will be mentioned later in an upcoming review of An Abundance of Katherines by John Green).
I’m kind of mad at myself a bit for not caring about Christmas, but in the end I just don’t give a damn. I don’t give a damn about any of the holidays, to me they are just another reason to save money to buy a bunch of cheap books and lie in bed till noon because I can.
(AN: I will hate proofreading this post)
So that’s my view on Christmas. It most likely conflicts with yours, so let’s get to the non-ranty, non-controversial banter and focus on the thing that makes Christmas Christmas. Free shit presents!
Surprisingly this year’s Christmas was probably one of the for me so far. I got a ton of great books, namely
Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green and David Levithan
The Dead Zone by Stephen King
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Looking for Alaska by John Green
And finally, Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell
I’m looking forward to reading all of these, especially To Kill a Mockingbird but I’m quite skeptical about Eleanor and Park – because it looks more tailored towards the female reader. Well regardless, I have a lot of awesome books to read and I’ll write a review on each and every one of them.
How was your Christmas? Do you celebrate it? Regardless, I wish you all a merry Christmas and a happy new year.


This is not an original poem of mine. I stumbled across this beautiful piece while browsing facebook (never thought I’d say that) and it felt challenging to translate, which is what I look for in translations to be honest. The original is written (and sung) by Katarína Knechtová and the title is Naveky. Click here to listen to it.

The world is cruel, I think I know
While the soul sleeps
In memories, everything bad fades
The heart, heals

Even when you’re leaving
Forever in me you’re staying

As the moon reflects down light
To the ocean in the dark of the night
I’ll be such a reflection of you
In the hectic days of this world
I’ll find my way out, to you,
To the whole world

All pain teaches the soul to grow,
I think you know
One step forward making two steps back
The truth, I will find
While the heart stays blind

What you feel I know, because I feel it too