Daedalus spent his last years in Egypt after his son Icarus went down with Apollo. But we don’t know that. Circe doesn’t know that. What I do know is that I am on borrowed time, and I don’t have the power to shift the ropes of fate according to my whims and fancies.
The Moon, of course, is Always There
“The moon is a natural satellite of the earth, visible chiefly at night, by reflected light from the sun.
Have you seen the moon recently?”
Second Thoughts
You get to choose with whom and who you want to be. You get to toss away the thoughts and habits that aren’t serving you, and try and manifest some new ones you can. You can match your actions with that highest most exquisite version of yourself and see yourself change everyday. It is well and easy to love the light within and around you. However, can you reveal your darkness and have others love it as well?
DESIDERIUM
There’s this poem on Pinterest which says, ‘when the doctors cut me open, they’ll find a churn of black longing’. Most days, it feels like the black hole inside me swallows everything I throw its way. But never itself.
PRACTICAL OR BRAVE?
Having to choose among all your childhood fantasies sometimes narrows down to just either having to be practical or brave. Also, not all the times are both the things same. That’s when you need to listen to just you and yourself only. Is it as easy as I’m making it sound? Am I sugarcoating something which would probably harm you but you need to know anyway?
Writer’s Drought
You write what you like to. You write, taking inspiration from all around you. You write because it’s your hobby. You write to make yourself useful. You write to express who you are, what you are, and how you are. You dream and pen down your fantasies. Your writing does not become yours. You become what your writing is. But what if it all ends? What if you are not able to write again? What if your inspirations turn a blind eye on you? What if you are not able to be you?