Hello genius people!

 

"Coffee beans, tall greens and you..."

You know that feeling when you go to sleep with a mind full of voices telling you to shut up and then the constant war of you telling those voices to do the same. But then, that very moment, there comes a feeling of drifting from nothingness into the fullness of thoughts, which is like standing on the edge of a still, vast ocean at dawn. At first, there’s a calm emptiness—a blank canvas of the mind where no particular idea takes shape. It’s a moment of weightlessness, where your thoughts seem suspended, like air just before the first breeze. And then with that feeling, everything, that seemed heavy, useless and uncomforting starts to feel light, useful and so much comforting. 

Well, this morning was somewhat like that but with a pinch of paradoxes mixed in it. I thought, "Oh wow! there comes this ease in the air I breathe, and I can finally be going places from now on". But nooooo!! My mind and I have this strangely sweet bond that only we get. And why does it have to be accessible to anyone else but us! Speaking of mind, I would like to mention that sometimes, especially during the serious conversations, it acts like a wandering spirit, untethered from the confines of my body. Like someone on an exploration of the outer world inside my mind, where the similar things are happening but in a whole different way. Sometimes, it's open to new ideas, wants to be free as a bird. And sometimes it becomes this old person with a narrow mind, who tends to think the clichéd way and starts to act like one too. Oh, poor mind! what to do and what not to do. Sometimes, it flits through realms unseen, exploring thoughts like a delicate feather caught in the wind, soaring above the weight of flesh and bone. While my body remains grounded, my mind dances like a whirling dervish, on the edges of reality, weaving between memories and dreams, dancing on their own tune of mystics and love, painting vibrant landscapes of imagination. It drifts through moments of clarity and chaos, a celestial entity observing life from a distance, embracing the boundless possibilities that lie beyond the physical realm. 

Certainly, the mind and body are still together with a sense of isolation. I tell you why, for mind, it is the way to wander and explore where the body cannot. Just like this cup of coffee, it reaches to my stomach to fill the void of hungriness but what it actually does is it channels through my mind to wake him up. So, I asked my mind, "have you woken up yet?" And it replies with "......", think I got my answer. Besides, what exactly one needs to wake up fully to function through the day? The answer is yet to be found. But where would I get this answer from or whom should I ask this from? 

The constant cycle of thinking from the moment you wake up is the only functioning one needs to get through the day. At least we are trying to think about the thinking thing and as quoted by Rumi, “Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth”.

I believe that the only reality we have is our mind and everything else is just a dream. And on that note, I would like to end this with one more thing to say that thinking never ends, the more you think, if not even proactively, something or someone will bring you back to exactly where you were before. One thing leads to another, but for me, everything leads me to you, and I told my mind to shut up!!