Solitude

I can hear the wind whispering in my ear. A lovely lullaby, but I fight my sleep. How can I miss this moment? A moment filled with silence, peace and the soulful songs of the sparrows. A place with no noise and no hate. Can I live here forever and forget the worries the city throws upon me? Living with the trees and sleeping under the stars every night. Breathing in the aroma of those fresh hibiscus flowers and dancing with the peacocks. Chasing tiny squirrels and singing with the cuckoos. Plucking mangoes and pears and drinking cool water from the lake. Enriching my soul with all the love and beauty nature has to offer. How do I explain this feeling? Are there enough words to explain the joy in my heart? There’s a certain sense of liberation in solitude. In being content with yourself. Not the money, the cars, the lifeless objects lying around you. The real you, hiding behind all those curtains. The complex and beautiful being that you are.

When was the last time you did something out of pure passion? When was the last time you learnt something out of interest and not out of society’s pressure and the need to fill up your resume? When was the last time you felt content with yourself? All I see when I look around are humans on the verge of losing their souls chasing things which cannot be caught. A collection of mortals caught in a web of capitalism, struggling to survive and searching for answers that don’t have questions. They see an opening and run towards it only to be faced with another hurdle. Societal and familial pressure, inequality and trauma. The ones with privilege somehow cross it leaving the others behind.

It’s a war between the mind and the heart. A battle of your self. Which one wins? Which one do you want to win? Which one are you going to listen to? Your mind or your heart?