A Blast Of Serenity
February 17th 2010 16:47
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Sometimes you have to halt and take in the delicious realisation that all your worrying is futile, just as you secretly suspected.
And yet, it's tempting to pick up where you left off, fretting up a storm, neglecting to cultivate the feel-good impulse for the sake of Achievement, however the serenity you reconnected with is too intense to ignore.
You wander up to a flower and stop to appreciate its scent, its colour, its texture and the shape of its petals. While locals nearby are collecting the blooms for a herbal remedy, you're simply appreciative of the scattering of indigo blooms over the green tongue that laps at the old fence.
You don't want to press the flower you have just plucked to your ear, because it could perhaps irritate your skin, but you do put it on your cleavage... it falls between your breasts and you leave it there as an invisible good luck charm.
As this has been happening, you are making a choice so important that you don't know how to represent it to anyone else. It's the difference between fully embracing every last notion of your ingenious self and making yourself the accessory to someone else's dreams for you. You had wondered out to a geographical point where there was no going further, and no going back. A beautiful dead end, a swell place to stay... but all you want to do is keep traveling.
Last year, I washed out the flower's juices and left Nong Khai behind with a dim hope that life at home would be more rewarding after my month of exploration... I now return to a brighter hope with the knowledge that I will be in Thailand again next month.
Beginning with Phuket, I will explore as much of the south as possible, and leave written trails of my journey on this site.
As I go in and out of different openings and contractions of my mind
I elude and resurrect the contraption to leave my worries behind
I will surround myself with smiles until I cannot say
If smiling was always this easy, or if I was born that way
And yet, it's tempting to pick up where you left off, fretting up a storm, neglecting to cultivate the feel-good impulse for the sake of Achievement, however the serenity you reconnected with is too intense to ignore.
You wander up to a flower and stop to appreciate its scent, its colour, its texture and the shape of its petals. While locals nearby are collecting the blooms for a herbal remedy, you're simply appreciative of the scattering of indigo blooms over the green tongue that laps at the old fence.
You don't want to press the flower you have just plucked to your ear, because it could perhaps irritate your skin, but you do put it on your cleavage... it falls between your breasts and you leave it there as an invisible good luck charm.
As this has been happening, you are making a choice so important that you don't know how to represent it to anyone else. It's the difference between fully embracing every last notion of your ingenious self and making yourself the accessory to someone else's dreams for you. You had wondered out to a geographical point where there was no going further, and no going back. A beautiful dead end, a swell place to stay... but all you want to do is keep traveling.
Last year, I washed out the flower's juices and left Nong Khai behind with a dim hope that life at home would be more rewarding after my month of exploration... I now return to a brighter hope with the knowledge that I will be in Thailand again next month.
Beginning with Phuket, I will explore as much of the south as possible, and leave written trails of my journey on this site.
As I go in and out of different openings and contractions of my mind
I elude and resurrect the contraption to leave my worries behind
I will surround myself with smiles until I cannot say
If smiling was always this easy, or if I was born that way
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