Fragments of the Quiet Mind

Once there was a candle, Confidence manifested in its sturdy built, A wax so thick, Coating an immaculate wick, Hiding inside the waxy mask, A recurring question constantly asked, A Decision has to be made, One so absurd – yet gratifying One so tragic – yet transforming, To taste the sap of immortality? Or to bask in the fire that kills it softly? A Living flame, impossible to resist, A spark that was made to exist, Blazing, enchanting, fiery unison Bold, scorching, fervent affection, Unable to control the eudaimonic destruction, Lost in the oblivion of synchronistic manifestations, Melting wax… Face the facts… Wicked wick waggling wishes then wane Hopeless heart hunting happy heat under the cold rain.

When we finally accept the fact that our lives are fleeting – everything ends… As nihilistic as it may sound, we are all subjects to the hour glass of time. The whole ordeal may seem unbearable and “un-romantic” but having an illusion of eternity provides us with nothing more than pseudo-ideals. Eternity isn’t a mechanical process quantified by time. Time isn’t the ticking of the clock, not the hour, nor the days but time is a living present.   We have to do away with our romantic designs of eternity – We want affirmation that our partners will love us forever, we want confirmation from people that everything’s going to be fine, we want to live with our loved ones for all eternity… But all of these are deceptions we tell ourselves for we cannot carry the burden of being trapped in time. Accept the idea that we are temporal beings. Our chronological limitation is what makes sense in this seemingly absurd world, but this limitation doesn’t mean that we cannot immort...