mornings
I never really know why I liked mornings. But there was always something to it which really pulled me to it - to wake up a bit early and enjoy the calmer world.
Now I think about it, mornings feel like a new born baby. It has the spirit of a new born baby. And as we move through the day we enter the teenager feeling - everyone rushing with no sense of where they are going and letting their chemical intuitiveness curse on the road and honk like you are the only one who is righteous alive on this planet. Ya and we never enter the adult side nor the older version until the night really hits dark. But it’s short lived. Most of the day goes in the teenager spirit.
But mornings! People have no clue what to do with life. They sit on the balconies, brew up a tea, aimlessly goes through a new paper, spend silent moment with their God, wake up the kids in the home… The overall vibe is more innocent and humanly than when we rush. Everyone is still waking up - people are still coming to “senses”.
But what are we chasing? Where are we rushing? I am not talking about the individual. We as a human race, as a group, is showing so much restlessness. We are not okay with what we have and we don’t trust the ones around us. It is continuously like a battle of forces amidst the individualistic energies. Sigh.
One domino at a time. One morning at a time, we will keep on revisiting our humanness.