Monday, 13 April 2015

New vision to Life



He insisted on taking me back to a simpler life. A life where you turned the radio on in the morning and not the iPad, life where you brewed coffee and stuck around long enough to feel its aroma spread through the house, where you take a moment to feel the weight of the warm blanket on you, and appreciate the soft sheets and the hard pillows. Open the window and smell the trees - not the flowers - but the trees. Name every creature, alive or inanimate, because they all deserve some identity. 

He insisted that I take afternoon naps especially when my brain was in overdrive. He insisted that I spent no less than an hour in the bookstore even if I have no intention of buying anything. He showed me how to keep my face close to the cup and blow on the hot tea so I can feel the heavenly warmth on my face. We practiced, and continue to practice patience - we started small - waiting for the water to get warm, patiently watching the YouTube video to load, waiting for the coffee to cool down enough so it doesn't burn the tongue, slowing down at the yellow light instead of speeding up, keeping the phone away for a few minutes and laying down to stare at the ceiling. He insisted on giving - be it to me, to a friend, or to someone in need.

He showed me the joys of being sung a lullaby as I drift off to sleep, and the importance of sleeping -- to shut it out, to let it go, to allow your body to be at peace even if only for half an hour.

I learned to control my anger, to let someone else win for a change. Over the years, it made me realize that I am a flawed person. The realization didn't make me sad or angry. It made me humble. I realized that people make mistakes - which I have made even, and the world hasn't come to an end. The world doesn't come to an end for anyone. He succeeds in making me a better person, a simpler person, a happier person.

My life is so uncluttered by things - my mind free - all the junk is cleaned out. I live in moments that live out the things we buy and the things we get worked up about. I feel like a little girl learning it all over again. I didn't know I had so much space and so much peace inside me

#####Loudest Mystery


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    1. Hmmm....writers ain't allowed to be speechless girl....

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    2. Hmmm....writers ain't allowed to be speechless girl....

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