The Answer Lies Somewhere

At first, I talked about physical therapy for my hands on another site. I decided to delete any references to the physical therapy on said site.

Instead, I’ll be talking about it here.

Some years ago, I sustained a few injuries on my hands and fingers from multiple activities, including sports among others.

Sometimes around 2014, I couldn’t make fists on both hands. Apparently those injuries finally caught on to me.

With proper medications and physical therapy, I finally able to mitigate the issues. Yet, I do feel that I had lost dexterity in both hands.

Sometimes in 2022 I started another physical therapy to increase dexterity. It was a tedious process and still is. It dawned on me that practicing guitar helped increasing strength and dexterity on my fingers. So I did some exercise on guitar on daily basis, whenever I could. I am far from being proficient again in playing guitar, and yet I have made a lot of progress.

To make this process of therapy interesting, I started rearranging songs that I like for a single guitar performance. Obviously I’m starting with a lot of slow-tempo songs. Some of them have interesting chord changes that require me to improve the way my hands and fingers move.

These days, I am working on one song that most of my friends never heard of; not a popular song.

Well, I for one enjoy this process of therapy.

Wait a minute. I haven’t been posting for a long time.

I was planning to post a lot more here, unfortunately I was easily distracted by events in my life. I could have posted about the rocks that I came across in the road of my life, I simply couldn’t bring myself to share them.

I once told someone that I’m an open book. A book filled with riddles.

Maybe I can learn to trust myself and being more open to others.

Cross section of a tree

Quietly Fading to Black

It is December 12, 2022 morning. Hearing sound of thunders as rain drops wet any surfaces it touches. A moment of clarity surfaces, bearing neither bad nor good news. The distance between two minds slowly turns into barriers. Now the colorful conversation is quietly fading to black.

Series of Dreams

Sometimes it feels that my life is just a series of dreams, one after another. My dreams felt so real and made more sense than my waking life at times.

Maybe I long for something out of reach.