Last night I couldn’t sleep. It’s been months since that kind of a restlessness took over my mind. I wasn’t worried or thinking about anything in particular. It seemed that the air itself didn’t want me to relax. The tension was felt through my neck, shoulder and right arm. My body was irrefutably telling me something. I only realized during the day, what could have been the cause… When things happen without a particular reason, or by pure incident – I know there must be a “why?” Not sure of it now, but it’ll be clear sooner or later, that I do know…
There are many words I would like to say, but that’s the key -“say.” Writing the truth has always been my way. Only thing changed now, I’m quite certain and aware that all written word gives the Universe the permission to execute your wish in anyway It sees fit. The Universe will always conspire to get what you deeply desire. Writing it, is that much more powerful. And today I do not think it’s the best approach when writing about a topic that has exhausted all its hopes.
I have been to places of great darkness and of great light. My mind remembers of those places. My mind has also learner and unlearned what no longer serves my survival. Everything that has led me to be here is by strategic and most magnificently orchestrated symphony. I am its only creator, for the Universe works directly through me. We are One.
When I speak, Universe speaks. When I write, It writes. The Universe will do everything as it should to align with my thoughts and wishes.
Thus, after resent happenings,
The Big question remains- “If it’s still on your mind, is it worth the risk?”