The deed is done. The scan, the invisible eye that peeks into the secrets our bodies hold, has completed its task. Now, we wait. We wait with bated breath, hearts heavy with anticipation, for the answers that the shadows of the scan will reveal.
The deed is done. The scan, the invisible eye that peeks into the secrets our bodies hold, has completed its task. Now, we wait. We wait with bated breath, hearts heavy with anticipation, for the answers that the shadows of the scan will reveal.
Today, my heart is heavy with concern for my dear friend. She messaged this morning, informing me that she had finally secured an appointment for an MRI scan tomorrow. But her words were interspersed with wincing descriptions of pain that twisted my gut with worry.
In the quietude of the early morning, with the world still swathed in the soft hues of dawn, I found myself musing over the past. Memories, like a cascade of ethereal light, flickered in my mind – snippets of laughter, fragments of joy, moments of sheer happiness. I was struck by the profound significance of these memories, these happy moments that we collect and hold close to our hearts.
As I was scrolling through the news today, a certain term caught my attention – “skiplagging”. For those unfamiliar with the term, it’s a practice some travellers use to get cheaper flights by booking a flight with a layover in their actual destination, then skipping the second leg of the trip. This often arises due to the perplexing pricing model of airlines where strangely, direct flights can sometimes be more expensive than flights with one or more stops.
Today, a curious notion flitted into my mind, one that stopped me in my tracks: if everyone was nice, no one would be nice. At first glance, it’s a paradox, a contradiction that challenges our conventional understanding of niceness. But as I ruminated over it, a layer of depth unfolded. It reminded me of the essential principle of contrast, the inherent dichotomy in the spectrum of human behaviour that helps us define and truly appreciate what ‘niceness’ means.
I’m Ethan, a programmer by profession, a writer by passion, and an empath by nature. And this is my story.