Painting with a pen
The paper that was undisturbed
Ripples with thoughts that have been
It’s so easy to have an opinion, and give advice on someone else’s life. People are generally filled with wisdom. I am filled with wisdom over my own life.
I know exactly what I should be doing, and how I should be doing it. What I should and should not be focusing on. What I should be feeling.
But hearts are rebellious. They follow their own set of rules. They want what they want, when they want it, and they generally want it right now.
I know I should not be jealous. Or envious. Or desire things I shouldn’t. Focus on things that are good and right and helpful.
And knowing all of these things makes it no easier to put into practice.
A still dark night
Leaves me alone
To ponder thoughts,
Consumed by anxiety
I hear the buzz of silence –
That hum when all is still
A connection, maybe
With the world that cannot be seen
The dimension that is above
The natural world
Where our loved ones wait
Patiently to welcome us
And outside a cricket
Keep busy keep busy keep busy keep busy keep busy
And alone with my thoughts
Saw this scribbled on the board at my gym. Thought it was worth sharing!