There is no shame in accepting weariness of the world, for indeed, perhaps we are unaware, but this home is no longer the same as the one of old. This one takes bites off of you from every corner. This one demands, exacts a price, that all too often is too steep to bear for one human.
But that is ok.
Tell yourself you are ok.
Sometimes, you don’t need to produce something totally grand.
Sometimes, good is enough.
And sometimes, when life has become a little too cold, harsh, difficult, look to ones that hold you in their silence.
There, seek comfort.
And when that does not work, run to the woods, walk along the shores. There, seek solace. There, find yourself again.
Each one is far too preoccupied with living, surviving, thriving. You make plans, you set your eyes towards the future, but you find, the future could not wait for you. It went on ahead, leaving you groping for a new kind of tomorrow.
Hurt, pained, but all of these is nothing but of your own making. When you allowed your heart to walk outside your chest, sometimes, someone runs away with it. Sometimes, in their hurrying to tomorrow, they didn’t see it lying on the ground. Stepping over it, on it, dead weight on your heart.... it happens.
Let go.
Set eyes kindly on the other, for they too, are just making the best out of nothing that the world has become. They too, are just making an effort to grow old leaving not trash but gold.
So, walk along the shores.
Talk to a tree.
Run your hands along flowers in the garden that is life.
Run to the mountains.
And for a bit, seek refuge in Mother Nature. Until, you find that your heart is back in the protection of your chest, not lying all vulnerable, on the ground, for others to trample.
*Written May 28, 2021, FB page : Melancholic Reverie.
