There exist those profound instants in one’s life where an apparent equilibrium in sensed. Both emotional investments as well as social surroundings seem to be at an agreeable state. Under those circumstances, one’s conception of reality is duelling amongst the illusionary pure whiteness that those flimsy momentums have constructed and the realistic appreciation of the instability or even fragility of it all.
Yet the mind is driven away. Ever if one is strong to defy the alluring looseness of mind in their conscious behaviour, as soon as their eyelids shut and the unconscious is awake, dreams reveal all the happiness that such visions of purity and balance provoke. The mesmerizing splendour of it all evokes the simplest and most basic emotions of content smiling. Only the picture of a child laying over the crisp green meadow of a cliff in a sunny day, observing the vibrant blue sky, with a big bright smile formed on one’s heart, with the voyeuristic scent of springs flora, while making little stories after the frothy, fluffy clouds, can descried what even a believed mature being feels in such times.
It is the mere chance of preservation of this feeling that anxiously gives one the push to comprehend life in a more polite and refined mannerism where obstacles are not to be dissolved by a fairy godmother, but where the invitation of tackling them seems as an ever more sought after task under the modus operandi where nothing is insurmountable.
The training one has received from the ever so imposed institution of ‘modern’ life however may come to adjure the awe stoked grown up child, one that even under a stormy sky still counts stars with eyes glistening while bearing the honest feeling of empathy to humanity and sheer felicity.
What a tremendous alteration do those beautiful eyes of ours receive while undergoing the illusionary course of ‘growing up’.
We still go on counting stars though.
We shall always...
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