A Quiet Place.
4-1-2020
A Quiet Place.
Since the emergence of the Coronavirus, commonly known as COVID-19, life has taken on an eerie and charged atmosphere, filled with an unwelcome and unsettling energy. Strangely enough, this energy, while unconventional, has almost begun to feel like the new "normal."
Originating in China, this unfolding situation felt predestined, an event scripted by a higher force. As the world seemed poised for a collective shutdown, we found ourselves confined within our homes, hesitant to venture out due to widespread fear. Consequently, a domino effect ensued—events, activities, schools, and work, were all canceled. The global workforce transitioned to remote work setups, turning what seemed like a COVID-induced vacation into a productive period within our domestic confines.
Amidst this chaos, an unexpected silver lining emerged. Nations rallied around a common directive: "Save your country by staying at home." Schools swiftly adapted, ensuring continuity in education through online platforms.
Surprisingly, the enforced seclusion has yielded unexpected benefits. The drastic changes have led to an unforeseen reevaluation of priorities and a new way of functioning, marking an unusual yet beneficial turn of events.
I had this inexplicable feeling, almost as if it was destined by a higher power, that some individuals would deliberately engineer and unleash a more potent virus, a devastating force aimed at decimating humanity. But why? There's no denying the vastness of China's population, and it's evident how some might view the country's economic and financial prowess as a threat, especially with its widespread exportation of goods, whether through regular markets or illicit channels.
Sarcasm-laden wisdom
Amidst this perplexing scenario, my thoughts wandered into the realm of sarcasm-laden wisdom. I found myself engrossed in a documentary that delved into conspiracy theories—ones centered around a group seeking global domination, intent on erasing religions and establishing a new world order. Their ultimate goal? To pave the way for a "False Messiah" to reign over the world for a fleeting 40 days. The irony lies in their unwavering devotion to someone who, when trouble arises, would easily disavow them, abandoning those who meticulously prepared the world for his arrival.
It's a surreal notion, contemplating allegiance to a being like Satan for decades, only to be callously discarded at the end. Imagine the moment when one would confront Satan, expecting recognition for their loyalty, only to face denial—especially when the apocalypse looms ahead.
It's bewildering that despite Satan's knowledge of the impending punishment from a higher power, he continues down this treacherous path, seemingly unfazed until the world's end.
Yet, in this contemplative silence, a quietude I've sensed since childhood, I've discovered an anticipation for something momentous. In these moments, I earnestly pray that whatever monumental change approaches carries with it positivity, beneficial outcomes, and eradication of negativity, allowing us to coexist in peace and harmony. May we express gratitude for the countless blessings bestowed upon us. Alhamdulillah.
The Real Life
I'm captivated by the "what's next?" aspect of life, but I grapple with the idea of diving back into a fast-paced rhythm. I've come to cherish a slower pace, even though I yearn to fulfill my dreams overnight (metaphorically speaking). I often envision myself freed from all responsibilities, living amidst the serene woods or by the tranquil beach, unhindered and in the company of just myself and Allah.
Throughout my life, I've cultivated a tendency to initiate projects, particularly in my artwork and literature, only to struggle with completing them. There's always an internal dialogue questioning, "Why can't you finish it on time?" Perhaps it's because I'm reluctant to rush my masterpieces, wanting to savor every ounce of energy and passion until I perfect that final magical touch. It's a feeling that words often fail to capture adequately.
What causes these abrupt pauses in the middle of my creative process? I believe part of it stems from having all the work laid out before me yet hesitating to delve in too quickly. Sometimes life becomes overwhelming, making it challenging to muster the desire to engage fully. I find myself contemplating, strategizing, but not quite ready to dive in.
I ponder the possibility of living alone, free from external responsibilities, solely responsible for myself. A life centered on waking up, praying, exercising, eating, studying, and sleeping—a simple routine devoid of external pressures.
In this introspective exploration, I'm drawn to the allure of a simpler life, where my only obligation is to myself.
The Imagination of "What If?"
In my reveries, I find myself amidst the woods or nearby, envisioning a dreamy cottage like no other. It's a sanctuary adorned with my treasured possessions—a haven that houses my books, laptop, an assortment of mugs that seem never-ending in their collection.
Within this haven, my kitchen boasts three beloved teapots and favorite chocolate powders. The bathroom exudes a Romanesque charm, a throwback to the grandeur of the Roman Empire, while my bedroom resonates with a Victorian-style allure. It's not excessively large, just perfectly spacious for me.
Imagining my living room, the aroma of coffee or tea greets me every morning, matching my mood. Oh, the comfort of those muffin-like sofas beckons me!
Stepping into my front yard, a lone swing chair awaits, offering solace amidst nature's symphony—a place to simply breathe and unwind.
My thoughts wander to the calming sound of running water, offering respite for my soul. And why not indulge in a swim? I'd shed my clothes, dive into the refreshingly cool, non-saline waters, feeling rejuvenated as I swim among colorful fish. Emerging from the water, I'd sweep my hair back, relishing the feeling against my head rather than my forehead.
The scent of the sand fills the air, and as I glance around, vibrant fishes greet me from the clear waters. Each interaction feels like a whispered hello.
And then there's the mountain, a steadfast presence, seemingly beckoning me to climb. Yet, each time I venture out and feel the gentle breeze, I postpone the ascent. I reassure the mountain that when the moment aligns, I'll heed its call. For now, I revel in the splendor of this earthly abode, promising to conquer its summit when the time is right.
At bedtime, when the cold weather sets in, my fireplace crackles to life, its flames painting vivid scenes reminiscent of ancient tribal dances. These mesmerizing visions of the past dance before me, lulling me into a peaceful slumber.
The following day, there are moments when the allure of staying in bed becomes irresistible. I linger, captivated by the natural splendor unfolding outside my window, as if each scene is a masterpiece crafted just for me. I'm entranced until I unexpectedly wake in the depths of the night, seized by an insatiable thirst for the stories nestled within my collection of treasured books.
Immersing myself in these moments, I breathe in the beauty that surrounds me, feeling the resonance of love within my sanctuary. Even my possessions seem to possess a sense of understanding and acknowledgment, and in return, I greet them daily. In this harmonious exchange, they become more than mere objects; they become companions that resonate deeply with me. And in this mutual understanding, I find a reflection of myself that resonates with my soul.
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