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I almost lose myself in the mornings. I become amongst the thousands of teeming people, when I go out for office in the mornings. I am happy when I busy myself in work.Why do we want to work?Is it because we have hunger in us?Is it that we are all hungry people with our respective hungry souls?Hungry for love, hungry for knowledge, hungry for beauty?
Why do we go out to work or go out to travel? Is it because the world beckons me? Does that mean that I depend upon the world for my happiness?Is it because I seek escape from loneliness?
Why do we want to love?Is it because we do not love ourselves?Is this why our mind deserts us?
In the evenings, everything gets lost save Me. My I awakens in me.My I gets densed up because it cannot find anyone to fulfill Myself.That is why my I likes to cry.
I wonder whether we would have been happy or sad, had the world been covered with a blanket of mirror instead of the azure sky??
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Nice line of introspective questioning. It seems like you spend a lot of time in self-inquiry... questioning and watching the 'I'?
I loved the last part... great metaphor and great question... I think that a 'sky of mirrors' would make people miserable at first... because they'd have to actually look at themselves and ask these kinds of questions... Ultimately they'd end up happier.
Or maybe the open sky keeps the idea of 'limitless freedom' in peoples minds... as a possibility.
An interesting sketch of the inner dialogue - looking out and questioning - this makes writing so useful and the need for contact between us weavers of the words so worthwhile.
I think it is such a beneficial thing for you to be in a different land - the alien helps to unearth the real universal thoughts from the mundane details - the real issues rise beyond them.
Ideas raised for me:
Perhaps the repetition of certain words might be tinkered with? It is a short piece and might be more forceful if the unnessary repetition was pruned? You establish it's morning - why repeat it? Of course this might be something you were deliberate with?
Enjoyed reading this.x
