Sometimes, you become so helpless that you can no more feel like your life is in your control. Life just flows around you like a river. It turns so often and mocks you every time it turns.
You reach a state in which you are neither swimming nor sinking, and you are so immersed in your own thoughts that you’ll not even notice if you are drowning…
You don’t have the energy to swim upstream to fulfil your dreams nor do you have any destiny that you know to go elsewhere… and you stay suspended in a bubble of your own, breathing and exhausting yourselves with your Being.
You wish that you could just flow along with the river of life… but you can’t, as you are anchored deep down…and you know that you are too weak to break that and free yourselves.
The river tugs you and pulls you all the while, never letting you sleep … and that’s when your heart dreams of all the good things that could have happened if you ever listened to it.
The only thing that you can do is cry and let the river of life take the tears along with it…or wait for a storm to free your soul.
And that’s when you start liking the emptiness and solitude.