Little True Sandwiches
It’s been a while since I wrote about the little true stories sandwiched between long winded weekdays circulating around the past six months. For the most part, all I could ever ask for is silence. A lot of it. While it is sometimes interesting to hear conversations, good music and stimulating ideas, after a while they all metamorphose into everlasting (background) noises instead of beautiful sounds. What’s missing is the chirping of birds at sunrise, the whistling wind brushing pass your ear lobes, the peacefulness under a tree; being absolutely disconnected from everything else. I can’t remember the last time I updated my playlist on iTunes, yet ear worms are squirming in my head. Whether I’m with company or solo, it is almost impossible to seek silence and the contentment it provides.
Earth laughs in flowers. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
The life equilibrium that I’ve worked so hard to achieve has been robbed as of late and its clarity abused by people who lack essential qualities called commonsense and basic understanding. There is a time to speak and a time to shut up. A time to talk about work, a time not to. Or while at play, knowing when to laugh. I am starting to notice how animals are wiser and more alert than most homo sapiens. So walk your dog or read a book – either way, stay away from gossips, empty chatters or bullshit because they consume your time and morality. If you are picky about food, perhaps it’s time to consider being picky about people instead. Select your inspirations wisely.
I do not trust people who don’t love themselves and yet tell me, ‘I love you.’ There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt. – Maya Angelou
There was a time, not too long ago, when I had a heart-to-heart conversation with someone who understands (or rather, wants to understand) the fibers that wire me. There was a time, not too long ago, when I laughed whole-heartedly and jumped for joy because all I knew was happy. Lately all I’ve been trying to do is save myself from drowning in the currents that radiate from the lives of loved ones and ‘office parasites’ but alas! selfishness is not what I possess yet most unfortunately, shone repeatedly right in front of my eyes within the daily radius I exist in. I have forgotten what it feels like to be burning with compassion within me and what it’s like to be armored by genuine desires.
I miss all things that are true to the touch.
As of now, I am trying and I know we are all trying to get somewhere… One step at a time.