It is a lull that besets when one has ample time. Well that just struck the note whether amplification of time is actually a harmful thing- sitting doing nothing makes one realize that one is getting vestigial, not only in thoughts but in action. I need to motivate and I do that every morning taking a deep long breath but when I walk out the environs play pranks against me. That gleaming droplet of sweat that breaks out signals the start and then surrounded by the dust and filth I trudge. It becomes a rat race, everything goes against you but you still tend to pull on because you have no other choice. Why isn't everything in life a multiple choice question?
Once you are seated you have the tremendous pressure of not doing anything and feigning that you are at work and have to be so, you can't prance around tear your clothes and hair and howl at the top of your voice. You can't afford all the gadgetry to keep yourself entertained. You can't always have people around you.
In all these moods the one thing dear to you turns out to be slumber and whence you set in to that world you are bound to get back to reality with a start because, the practical and prudent you is always alert and reminding. It leads to regrets and retrospect. You yearn for rest and a solace and that too never comes by. It is always mundane and cold and slaps you, your wants pull you to an abyss where you yourself loose sight even if you are blind, you lose the sight of thought. Ah sight of thought lost, you are oblivious of everything you are in a trance, you meditate. Contemplating on all that has been running on you cutting through your mortal self like a saw and shredding every form and piece into rugged elements. You rise not from ashes, like the phoenix, nor from the dust but from the battle with you, you rise out like a lone shining star visibile only to you. You feel that surge of confidence, flowing with a craze to propel you out of this disdain state. Everything is in unison to make you ready for another day.
Give it a thought, the stranger you frowned at, also went through the day and faced the same and he too would be liberated at least for a wink of a moment and both of you trundle on the rickety roads with inertia and momentum realising that the day has drawn to an end and you have another coming tomorrow and the worried warrier will wake up to the call yet again and keep you going.
