Let’s visualise the uncanny state of mind wherein we aren’t sure of what we are looking for but feel incomplete and hollow without that search for nothing. Tolerable but constantly bothering pain - like a house fly feeding on an open infected wound on our bodies.
An illusion of being incomplete - our life is a jigsaw puzzle and a small piece - a key - of that puzzle is lost, leaving a void behind.
Devoting our life to put all mosaic pieces together, we see a tiny empty space that messes with our minds. And like a small child who’s got a beautiful doll having no hands, we as a child just live our lives as is. We often ask ourselves questions - what that missing piece is and where that missing piece is. These questions can’t be answered at that moment. Thus, carrying vexation inside the bags under our eyes, we keep our heads above water, being lost while searching for that one damn piece.
a bath with no froth,
a pen and a missing cap,
shoes with holes but no laces to fill those,
a wall clock without a minute hand,
a room and no windows,
and a typical day without the sun.
This undesired lingering feeling keeps on nagging us. And it gnaws at us until we realise that the puzzle doesn’t have the last piece. We ourselves have to create the last piece and surrender to it.
I hope you can see what I see.
Inside my head, I see the last piece taking birth. The last piece gradually becomes my desire. Now, I see the last piece changing into my purpose in life. I don’t know whether this last piece is actually the last piece. And I certainly don’t know what your last piece is.
I hope you find the perfect piece for yourself.
I know - sometimes you seek silence and other times you seek noise. You’re just a miniscule particle vibrating in this vast cosmos, looking for what you are devoid of and wanting to be the person that you can’t become. Sometimes you seek silence and other times you seek noise.
I hope I shall find what I seek. Sometimes I seek silence and other times I seek noise.
An illusion of being incomplete - our life is a jigsaw puzzle and a small piece - a key - of that puzzle is lost, leaving a void behind.
Devoting our life to put all mosaic pieces together, we see a tiny empty space that messes with our minds. And like a small child who’s got a beautiful doll having no hands, we as a child just live our lives as is. We often ask ourselves questions - what that missing piece is and where that missing piece is. These questions can’t be answered at that moment. Thus, carrying vexation inside the bags under our eyes, we keep our heads above water, being lost while searching for that one damn piece.
a bath with no froth,
a pen and a missing cap,
shoes with holes but no laces to fill those,
a wall clock without a minute hand,
a room and no windows,
and a typical day without the sun.
This undesired lingering feeling keeps on nagging us. And it gnaws at us until we realise that the puzzle doesn’t have the last piece. We ourselves have to create the last piece and surrender to it.
I hope you can see what I see.
Inside my head, I see the last piece taking birth. The last piece gradually becomes my desire. Now, I see the last piece changing into my purpose in life. I don’t know whether this last piece is actually the last piece. And I certainly don’t know what your last piece is.
I hope you find the perfect piece for yourself.
I know - sometimes you seek silence and other times you seek noise. You’re just a miniscule particle vibrating in this vast cosmos, looking for what you are devoid of and wanting to be the person that you can’t become. Sometimes you seek silence and other times you seek noise.
I hope I shall find what I seek. Sometimes I seek silence and other times I seek noise.
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