a year sounds like a long time, and yet, it is at these times that one actually tends to think of it. and as always, when we look back, it seems to have passed, as if in a whiff, almost contrary to our perception of that time frame.
while i seek the wisdom to retain the good, and purge all the evil, the mind can’t help but feel bogged down, laden with the weight of the past, uncertain of the future, just knowing this moment, when i trod back, tired, of everything. of humans, mostly.
what the mind wants the most now, is some solitude. to be away. to experience the silence.
there is another part of the mind, that yearns to reach out to all those who seek. to give, and give it all, and not think about it once, nor look back.
there is supposed to be that state of being in the midst of everything, yet being perfectly alone – may be that is what is really sought.
a few days away. alone, yet not. time for some introspection. time to welcome another year, with arms wide open.
later, with more stories, thoughts, perhaps.