There are days when I am in void.
I try to write something, but hardly can get a sentence completed. My mind doesn't want to think.
I see bright sunshine outside and I know there's a beautiful trail somewhere that I can hit. But my body doesn't want to move.
I force myself to read a book, but can't get myself to flip a page.
I pickup the guitar thinking of learning a new chord, but put it back even before I can finish tuning.
I open the box of my hobbies, thinking of sketching, painting but barely can draw a line.
I think of friends, see them on WhatsApp or Insta, but I don't feel like talking to anyone.
I get on the floor and start doing push-ups, but within a few reps I am lying on my back staring at the ceiling, not wanting to move a muscle.
I try to think of mountains, of oceans, of all the beautiful places I have travelled or want to travel, but I cannot focus, it seems like a cocktail of thoughts that makes no sense, so I stop thinking.
I just sink into my bathtub filled with hot water, close my eyes, and drift into the void.
There are no solid thoughts, there's no problem am trying to solve, no memory am trying to enjoy, there's no sadness, no music, no sound, it's just empty and void. For hours I lie there, floating, blank.
I come out, feeling relaxed, some sort of weird contentment, a lightness that I can't explain, a sort of recharge that's required to be back into the reality - into the current dimension of space and time.
Today was one such day.
Today was one such day.
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