The Monkey Mind

Lately, the rain has become strange! As I travel, the sky is open, then as I pass a street, suddenly it starts to get dark, the wind blows and it starts to rain  So, I quicken my footsteps, with an urgency to reach the destination sooner, to prevent myself from being cold, and wet Another street passes by and lo behold! the clouds retreat, carried away by the wind, no more it rains... There is no consistency, no surety in the life, as the second tickle by, there are so many things that are beyond our control, except death, that is the finality That finality is what compels us, moves us. to act, to brave the ocean. The ocean that we know deep down inside, we may not be able to cross. Perhaps, this flesh and bones will melt away, before we reach the shore on the other side. Like those before us, we pray solemnly to the gods, those known and unknown, but when as usual they are deaf to our plea we can only turn to the gods that live within us, the breath in our body, the sanctity in our so

 "...the gentle rain splattering on the pavements  and the sun playing hide and seek between the clouds as an observer, in the stillness of the moment it dawned to me, at this moment, the future is now..." Future. It is always about hope. Even the most unlucky, the unloved, the loser, has hope The reason? Because we do not know what it is, its manifestation in its entirety we have a hunch if we are instinctive we have a goal if we are an achiever and if we are dreamers, we simply dream, embracing the so-called whisps of lightness, nature has bestowed upon us, going with the flow, onwards, in the imagination of the subconscious, fueling our creations through art, trying to paint the reflection of the majesty we have perceived as best as possible... But if we believe, the future is tomorrow, something that will happen, soon...  that time will only tell,  we will only keep on hoping, never to realize what we truly are striving for, if we only look towards the horizon before grou

Life. We are living at a full stop. Waiting for the pandemic to pass. Life to resume back to normal. We have hope, well HOPE! Capitalized and bold, that's how we HOPE to start our life after that full stop. And as we focus on now: that "." Our attention is captivated and held as a prisoner Our perspective is pulled into the full stop, which was just a dot, that smallness transcends into colossal awareness. The circle of darkness becomes darker and darker, as more we focus our lens. Surrounded by the darkness, there is hurt, there is pain, there is death We could smell, the stretch of decay. We could hear the cries of sorrow. And feel the aura of loneliness.   The heaviness becomes heavier as it weighs us down deeper and deeper into the darkness. We become more aware than ever, attuned to the small changes around us, eyes closed, mind open, we reach out towards the core of that existence In the beginning, there is fear, but as time becomes irrelevant, it gives way to patie

  (Animation Credit: Elenor Kopka, giphy.com) When we do not know something, we google it. When we have some free moments, we check popular social media such as Facebook, Instagram, or even Tiktok The world we live in, is abstract, we in our mind space exist in the world created on the 2D and 3D of technology shared by people who live lives unlike ordinary many me's It has become an instinct to search for answers online, to entertain the already over-stuffed mind, to be dazzled by the extraordinary when you are more surprised by ordinary than the perfection so displayed The more we search the more lost we have become The jargons through simplified cannot fully define the turbulent feeling of a confused mind There is a feeling of need to be fulfilled, that fleeting immediate need that feels hollow as we scroll away It's more a habit rather than the search for meaning, for we are too tired we feel too tired to chat online with people we have listed as friends anymore, the chat re

Boredom. Pain. Hunger. Loneliness. Insomnia.  These are the things we experience on our own, it is personal. With those five, we will truly know the truth of things as they are. The truth is, we are almost always alone when we experience them and so are the loved ones of ours, with whom we cannot be always there holding their hands, offering a pair of welcoming ears, or a dependable shoulder. When they are suffering, all alone, low and hurting inside, so much, they can only endure in silence. Though we don't want or allow our loved ones to go through those same experiences, the cycle repeats itself. The baptism of boredom, pain, hunger, loneliness, and insomnia, it is how each of us grows, it is how we mature, mentally, socially, and spiritually.  All of us are imperfect and being imperfect, we do make mistakes. It is easier to forgive ourselves, but difficult to forgive others. Yet post-baptism of the aforementioned experience teaches us to empathize, to understand the meaning of

Take a moment. Breathe Deep as long and deep as possible. Loosen your body. Slowly, let your breath go. By letting go, not only the tension of the entire day but an inner knot of lethargy is undone. Relaxation. It is the physical path of liberation. We give so much time to things, that have no inner connotation with ourselves, we forget our own needs. Work, Study, or even entertainment, there is a limit to how much we can be continuously engaged into. Take a break, let your mind refresh, it is the psyche path of liberation  As human beings, once upon a time, to define the natural forces of nature, we bestowed divinity to those forces. There were times when we could neither understand nor control the external forces which changed the life not only of our own but the entire community we are deeply related to. We gave them the names of gods, demons, and spirits. Fear, the primitive emotion of the caveman psyche led us to the pacification of those divinities with the sacrifice of life not

Even the ordinary is fascinating when curiosity sparks the inferno of the pursuit from the newborn Monkey Mind, undampened by succeeding challenges more challenging than the first. It is not the answer that fascinates the enquiring mind, it lies in the question. The question leading to more questions... The more we ask, the more we realize, "Ignorance never is a bliss" Being ignorant is not an excuse, never was, is, or will be Realizing which, we search for answers but are confronted by more questions we realize caressing the surface of any issue is never going to work so we delve deeper and deeper to the excruciating detail and it is truly engrossing, the feeling that one feels when one thinks In the silence of oneself, we meditate, searching for a pattern, refuting the discrepancy in logic,  and then, we forget, to eat, drink, sleep, talk, love,  and when reaching the farthest limit,  we forget even ourselves. Pleasure reading has always been one of the greatest delights of