Every morning as I woke up to the melodies of the cuckoo who’s comfortably nested under the shallow window panes, I can’t help wonder how the bird all of 2 feet and a couple of inches, grows it’s strength and courage to draw a bright new morning- a bright new beginning.
Pulling the blanket closer to my chest, I breathe a hundred times feeling unconscious of my surroundings. Almost as if nothing existed and everything is existing – all at the same time. It’s either completely blank and empty with no room or even a tiny space to provide for my thoughts that seem oblivious. or sometimes, my mind is bustling with fears, anxieties or joy, sadness or anger.
My mind is so numb – i’m tired of pushing myself to think. Sometimes, it all seems vague and obscure and at the same time I have a sense of clarity and purpose, a direction that i must follow but i’m unable to make the attempt. I wish i were strong-willed and committed to my goals of achieving my ambitions. But there is a part of me that is reluctant and hesitant to move forward.
I need to determine and establish a clear line between my needs and wants and I know the line is clearly demarcated as i’m hanging by a loose thread by trying to associate money with success which is incorrect. Success is subjective. It could mean trying to survive another day, meeting a friend you drifted apart with or winning a lottery or anything at all.
It doesn’t have to be according to the society’s whims and fancies as you are the one actually living through the tale. When we chase happiness, there are different notions of how it tastes or smells or feels like, but happiness lies in the journey you take, the ability to follow your heart and doing what makes you gush under the charm of the moonlit night or the day breeze of the bright Sun. It is a journey worth living for, don’t make happiness your final destination.
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