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What is it that the mind longs for?
Some purpose, some meaning? Don't I have one?
What have I been doing all this while then?
What is the discomfort? Can't place it.
Tired of life? Is it no fun anymore?
But why?
Is it a sense of loss?
Or the weight of responsibilities?
Is it any different for me?
Has it been any different all this while?
It was always like this.
Why then this sudden emptiness, a heaviness in the chest?
Random words, random thoughts
Keep jumping around, the monkey mind.
Come back to me my joy, I want to embrace you again.
Extend my arms and look up
Up towards the endless sky, a sense of vastness
Breathe in the fresh air devoid of any pollutants
Cleansing my body, my mind, my soul. |
