The difference between night and day
Of late, the difference between night and day, has started becoming more and more marked to my pschye. It seems, along with the earth, my mind and my heart, also goes around the sun and emerges in something which I do not understand much. I fail to understand how the demons of emotions, whom I can tame so easily during the day manage to flex their muscles and start coming out of their lairs at night.
To but take the example of the terrors of the night, which I have written, and will write about. They come in various size and shapes and I know I am helpless against them. For me, it has become some what a part of my night ritual. I note down the terrors who seem to cause a hailstorm in my world of dreams but vanish without a trace in the morning. The same goes with desires, which I know are unreal but some how they revive in night and try to take me in their wings.
For me, the divorce between me and my emotions is quite a feat. Though I recognise them, yet I do not take them seriously. Life for me, is to be lead albeit in a detached manner .Of late I have understood that to achieve serenity, you need to embrace those emotions and just be unperturbed about what they do to you. That trick I need to learn, from the earth, who seems unperturbed with or without the sun.
The trouble that I face now is the trouble of the stone of the river bed. It gets eroded through the flow of the stream. Certain parts of me are getting numbed and eroded and I know not how to handle it.
thr
Of late, the difference between night and day, has started becoming more and more marked to my pschye. It seems, along with the earth, my mind and my heart, also goes around the sun and emerges in something which I do not understand much. I fail to understand how the demons of emotions, whom I can tame so easily during the day manage to flex their muscles and start coming out of their lairs at night.
To but take the example of the terrors of the night, which I have written, and will write about. They come in various size and shapes and I know I am helpless against them. For me, it has become some what a part of my night ritual. I note down the terrors who seem to cause a hailstorm in my world of dreams but vanish without a trace in the morning. The same goes with desires, which I know are unreal but some how they revive in night and try to take me in their wings.
For me, the divorce between me and my emotions is quite a feat. Though I recognise them, yet I do not take them seriously. Life for me, is to be lead albeit in a detached manner .Of late I have understood that to achieve serenity, you need to embrace those emotions and just be unperturbed about what they do to you. That trick I need to learn, from the earth, who seems unperturbed with or without the sun.
The trouble that I face now is the trouble of the stone of the river bed. It gets eroded through the flow of the stream. Certain parts of me are getting numbed and eroded and I know not how to handle it.
thr
