In Emptiness

I am in my own and sole company when I am in a state of sadness or grief. For a life spent in experiencing all variety of things, I know that both sadness and grief are normal emotions, followed by the result of loss or defeat. In an enlightened way, I am also aware that I possess a free will to lead a life of peace. However, from time to time, I find myself being dislodged by waves of worldly afflictions. The commotion cracks my spirit. Other factors emerge over time, clearly showing me that the risks of impending storms are too many, cutting into the beams of my happiness. Then, when I have lost the battle almost completely, the movement and the energy of the aftermath breaks new ground, transporting me into spaces of emptiness. Broadly, these companionless zones provide distinct dimensions for my all-consuming mood of distress. Automatically and unconditionally, I am in emptiness, rediscovering the futility of life‚Ķmy life. Though I am weary and down, though my circumstance defy me, the adversity, however, does not rob me from writing. In fairness, I actually have something in my power to trust my thought to develop into lines behaving just as I am feeling, sighting what’s going around me. In fairness, I actually have something in my power to trust my thought to develop into lines behaving just as I am feeling, sighting what’s going around me. In emptiness, I sense a heightened appetite to express these impressions when I am subjected to this kind of uncertain and sporadic vacuum.

 


Geeta Chhabra

 

From the book: No Journey Ends by Geeta Chhabra

 

 
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