It’s gentle, the touch, sensory imagination of pictures and visuals, tree leaves, windy chime ushering into a new season, filled with bright hues. I feel a certain aura of stillness and vibes enveloping me into a protective shield with no rush to connect the dots or leap ahead in a crazy world in battling out everything.
Have you ever heard about zoning or zooming out? It’s new for me and can’t wait to look at things as a muted or passive spectator without investing ourselves and the energy-draining us out. Things seem new to me and am entering a phase of exploring, letting the learned ones or higher powers carry me into this universe. It whittles down to letting the tiny me carried by this invisible and majestic force, resisting nothing on earth, pretty much like a baby shrieking and prancing to unpeel the complex layers.
There is beauty in the words I write, the grief I share, emotional upheaval ripping me apart into torn pieces, and the resisted vulnerability all becoming an intrinsic part of who I am as a person. An ephemeral shadow, wearing the cloak of invisibility is like clambering the mountain and hills, enveloped by storms seeping into human frailties but at times, it helps to be caught into the maelstrom, sinking into chills and fears, no matter how much it gives the creeps.
Words sound pretty much like fallacy if one has an innate belief in destiny. There are no two ways about and just a matter of choice, making destiny or relegated by its laws, often feared as if it’s a demon. I am learning not to dive straight but take a step back or two, practicing stillness to vanquish restlessness. Medley of thoughts crisscrossing a mind often in conflict with each other on the what-ifs!
It need not be a choice about to be or not to be, pretty much like choosing coffee over tea. You can have both right for we are not doing a trade-off or opportunity cost in Economics but emotions can be tricky since it doesn’t work both ways or it does. Crying the heart out is not necessarily hurting the self as in childhood we often hear don’t cry or stop behaving like a girl. Speak about social conditioning in a mind, boiling like steam at times except it’s no steamroller of sort.
A tale of counting happiness or sadness on a scale of one to ten and the shield protecting the soul or skin from the chill. I take a leap of faith since this is what matters right now, pretty much like indulging in a comfort drink, like the icy, cold coffee flowing down the throat.
Priceless feeling right for we don’t wanna it to stop forever. Guess, that’s what life looks like, except embracing the wholeness of it but the HOW remains the secret question. I wanna enjoy this ride of life or the thrill of pushing the self, often making one a pleasure seeker, verging often on the danger zone. Of court, I ain’t thinking about daredevil acts but just experimenting or taking challenges with an open mind.
Free writing attempted about the many layers about life and trying to make the imagination run wild in otherwise kinda normal life. Share your feedback.
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