“Slow down, step like a baby”, Mr. Bull often said. I have always imagined how a baby that walks for the first time, feels. A baby that has no memories yet, that has no visions for the future, that has no idea how harder its journey could be in life, is trying…
Mr. Bull and I discussed the identity crisis. Sometimes people feel it’s too late to express their identity and so they have to search for someone who would accept that. A little scenario here. There was a man who liked to be famous. He worked hard and grew up to become…
Paradise I asked Mr. Bull if he could create the perfect world. He accepted the challenge. He then created a tiny utopian model and named it “Paradise”. He advertised that happiness, goodness, and no-labor would drive this world. Intrigued by the idea and the quality of life proposed, people rushed into…
Create Your Own Mirror I go into a changing room in a shop and find that the mirror reflects me differently with regard to shape, size, and texture – different from what the mirror at home reflects. In a changing room in another shop the mirror reflects me differently too – different from the…
Purpose When Mr. Bull visited my home, he found me searching for something. It was just after I had my meal. He asked me if I was searching for a tranquil place to sleep in. But I said I was searching for a toothpick. “I lost it, I need it badly”. “What…