The days keep repeating themselves. The hope that breathes in the morning vanishes somewhere in the dark of the night. It seems the life that only appears in dreams wants to stay in the dreams. Stubborn life!

The mountain of struggles can be climbed with the ladder of hard work, until one step breaks under the weight of the eyes. The eyes that themselves once wanted to climb the mountain. The eyes that could only imagine the top and then wandered off, searching for a better view. And the eyes that are still curious to see whether the feet can leap across the broken step or not. Such curiosity of the eyes—for someone else’s feet!

The heart stopped speaking anything long ago; it knows no one listens. But the mind is echoing with thoughts. All kinds of thoughts. Thoughts about the next plan that will solve everything. Thoughts about the last plan that could have solved everything. Thoughts about a distant future where stubborn life is no longer stubborn.

And what about the thought of a life that wasn’t stubborn, just disastrous? Ah, what a shameful thought. Let’s not think about that thought. But no matter how much one tries not to think about that one thought, it always finds a way to rise to the surface. It’s not a thought—maybe an emotion. Or maybe it is a thought, after all.

The thought of abandoning every single thought and running away from the mind.

How can someone feel a thought so deeply that it starts to feel like an emotion?

TheSparklingWords // Anushree Vaishnav