A little lost, a little found...I tread this world with a careful recklessness.
This month end, I turn 37. Not that birthdays hold any significance for me, but I suspect
this time, this year I might as well observe it a little closely.
I am moving, yeah partially, fully, not really, however it may seem depending on my state of mind, urgency of work and priority in life - at that moment.
The truth is I am moving. To a quieter place.
For all these years that I lived in this cheerful city that embraced me with grand gatherings and real conversations to sustain an entire lifetime, it seems that I need to hear my self.
So, I am going to a place where the sun rises leisurely and sets lazily.
No more rushing home on an odd day to have a good cup of home-made ginger tea on my white couch and precious crockery.
No more visuals of garbage trucks pulling out first thing in the morning.
No more smoking by the gutter while saying bye to a friend.
No more naked children on the road placed to inspire my pity and instill eternal guilt.
No more wishing I was home to pick my son up from school.
No more struggling to squeeze in an hour of yoga.
No more staring at a growing pile of books I want to read.
No more testing the ink pens I have in the hope that I will use them one day.
No more looking at things I wonder why I don't want them anymore.
No more wishing I had more time to be still.
No more of me as I have known myself for a very long time.
A chance at rebirth. I am going to take it. This June.
This month end, I turn 37. Not that birthdays hold any significance for me, but I suspect
this time, this year I might as well observe it a little closely.
I am moving, yeah partially, fully, not really, however it may seem depending on my state of mind, urgency of work and priority in life - at that moment.
The truth is I am moving. To a quieter place.
For all these years that I lived in this cheerful city that embraced me with grand gatherings and real conversations to sustain an entire lifetime, it seems that I need to hear my self.
So, I am going to a place where the sun rises leisurely and sets lazily.
No more rushing home on an odd day to have a good cup of home-made ginger tea on my white couch and precious crockery.
No more visuals of garbage trucks pulling out first thing in the morning.
No more smoking by the gutter while saying bye to a friend.
No more naked children on the road placed to inspire my pity and instill eternal guilt.
No more wishing I was home to pick my son up from school.
No more struggling to squeeze in an hour of yoga.
No more staring at a growing pile of books I want to read.
No more testing the ink pens I have in the hope that I will use them one day.
No more looking at things I wonder why I don't want them anymore.
No more wishing I had more time to be still.
No more of me as I have known myself for a very long time.
A chance at rebirth. I am going to take it. This June.
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