“That’s what life is. It’s a series of rooms and who we get stuck in those rooms with, adds up to what our lives are.”
It’s true, although we don’t have any control whatsoever over when we get stuck with them, for how long, why were they chosen and most importantly who are these people.
Not exactly comfortable with the ‘room’ im in at this moment. Maybe it’s just way ‘too cold’, ‘crowded with off target people’ or maybe it’s because in reality, there’s only one person in it – myself. Like i’ve created a room within a room and somehow unintentionally allowed the door to be shut closed, too carried away with silly contentions. Here with my hearing muted, grey vision, without any touch sensation and yet feeling every heartbeat and every possible emotion a human can have. How is this possible? When will all these make sense? When will i get to paint with colours again? We may run away from people, but we can never run away from ourselves.
I may never be smart enough to be a medical doctor or an astronaut but at the same time i have my limits on how simple somethings can be. It’s not helping when time is ticking forward while im walking backwards. The more i lose interest in something and feel like im wasting time on it, i then start to appreciate the other things i enjoy; for example, like my weekends…but the more i treasure it, the more i get protective of it and the more sensitive i get about wasting it away, making me impatient and short fused. Im confused…how is it a big circle that goes round and round.
Simplicity was Einstein’s greatest secret. As simple as it sounds, i can’t seem to ameliorate on the apparent complicated ways on how i think.
I stand up and walk on…tomorrow, another day, another door but hopefully not the same grey room.
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