Quietude! The early morning hums around me as the blue persistently conquers the night. I sit in silence, alone with my thoughts, humble before the energy of life. I think about the dreams I seem to never reach. Right now I would like to cry. I would like to feel defeated and burst into tears, in a tantrum against the disciplinary Universe that constantly reminds me of my limitations. Instead I turn my head and decide to gulp the emotions and move on. But there is an ulterior plan.
My laptop refuses to cooperate. I cannot hide. I have to face it. I have to lift the bucket of emotions that I carry and pour it all over me until I am soaked to the bones. I am revolted by the persistent musical birds that obliviously invade my space reminding me of what my soul longs for. Laughing at the pieces of my dreams spread around this garden that is my refuge but where I no longer belong.
Resigned I give in. Packing all the hopes neatly folded into my chest of life, I sadly accept that all I was busy with was a dusting exercise. I took my dreams out to air them and now it is time to pack them away again, close the chest and pack it back in the shelf of goals to be reached – on hold.
The birds keep a moment of silence honouring my presence as I take my daily shower of morning rays. All dusted, I sip on my fresh and strong black coffee and see my life rising up in the eastern horizon, splendorous shining amongst the standing ovation of the universe.