A SWEET ESCAPADE
I had been running around in circles, away from the city light and far from people's eyes,
pulling out from the mayhem that surrounded me, and the one that had been rising within me. I'd been pacing about to seek the answers to questions I didn't understand. I'd tear myself apart by the ends of the universe, just to look at the big black hole of nothingness staring right back at me.
There was this longing to be set free, pull aside this flesh and soul, the agony and confusion and to taste the sweet escapade.
They said there's a cabin up the hills, known for it's beatific spirit and the power to make one feel whole. They said it's gloom-ridden and devoid of negativity.
So I just rushed up there. Anxious. Yearning for peace.
I knocked hard on the door, no answer. I tried again but all I could hear was silence screaming back at me. So I decided to wait until somebody came by. Hours went by and I had been waiting. I was losing my mind. Everything felt like a hoax. It felt as if I was back at the place I begun with.
As I prepared to leave, I stumbled upon this old passer-by; pursuing her way through the woods and humming a sweet melody. I called her out, asked her about the cottage I'd been trying to get into.
With the calm of a tranquil soul she replied with a single sentence which left me with questions than the answers I wanted.
"The doors are open to the ones who desire the ingress."
I had to resolve the bedlam.
I stayed over. Scoured on the crevices, tried to hunt the vent to enter. Nothing worked.
Exhausted by the mess, I decided to take a walk, explore the place a little and leave. I looked up the sky and that was one of the most beautiful sights I had encountered. The star trails scattered along the darkness, brighting up whatever was left of it. The place smelled of redwoods and and the wet ferns in autumn. Light breeze blew across my face. The beauty of the moment engulfed me in and the first time in days, I was at peace. With no more expectations of making it inside the cabin, I nonchalantly walked up the entrace and tried the lock.
It was unlocked. Just like that, it opened up. It had been free all this while.
And now, I started to make sense of it.
I realised I had been looking at all the wrong places. All I wanted was an escape from my problems. I just wanted to reach a safe place, desposing my worries off. I'd been searching for my escape in people, places and things, which didn't quite add up the way I wanted to and so I was left with this big baggage of disappointment. I blamed it on my fate all this while. But here it was the escape I desired for, like it had been waiting just for me.
The sweet escapade doesn't come by sleeping it off, moving onto a next distraction or just by running away from it. It comes when you choose to stay awake from within, persistent enough to let it go and staying long enough for those magical doors to open up for you.
pulling out from the mayhem that surrounded me, and the one that had been rising within me. I'd been pacing about to seek the answers to questions I didn't understand. I'd tear myself apart by the ends of the universe, just to look at the big black hole of nothingness staring right back at me.
There was this longing to be set free, pull aside this flesh and soul, the agony and confusion and to taste the sweet escapade.
They said there's a cabin up the hills, known for it's beatific spirit and the power to make one feel whole. They said it's gloom-ridden and devoid of negativity.
So I just rushed up there. Anxious. Yearning for peace.
I knocked hard on the door, no answer. I tried again but all I could hear was silence screaming back at me. So I decided to wait until somebody came by. Hours went by and I had been waiting. I was losing my mind. Everything felt like a hoax. It felt as if I was back at the place I begun with.
As I prepared to leave, I stumbled upon this old passer-by; pursuing her way through the woods and humming a sweet melody. I called her out, asked her about the cottage I'd been trying to get into.
With the calm of a tranquil soul she replied with a single sentence which left me with questions than the answers I wanted.
"The doors are open to the ones who desire the ingress."
I had to resolve the bedlam.
I stayed over. Scoured on the crevices, tried to hunt the vent to enter. Nothing worked.
Exhausted by the mess, I decided to take a walk, explore the place a little and leave. I looked up the sky and that was one of the most beautiful sights I had encountered. The star trails scattered along the darkness, brighting up whatever was left of it. The place smelled of redwoods and and the wet ferns in autumn. Light breeze blew across my face. The beauty of the moment engulfed me in and the first time in days, I was at peace. With no more expectations of making it inside the cabin, I nonchalantly walked up the entrace and tried the lock.
It was unlocked. Just like that, it opened up. It had been free all this while.
And now, I started to make sense of it.
I realised I had been looking at all the wrong places. All I wanted was an escape from my problems. I just wanted to reach a safe place, desposing my worries off. I'd been searching for my escape in people, places and things, which didn't quite add up the way I wanted to and so I was left with this big baggage of disappointment. I blamed it on my fate all this while. But here it was the escape I desired for, like it had been waiting just for me.
The sweet escapade doesn't come by sleeping it off, moving onto a next distraction or just by running away from it. It comes when you choose to stay awake from within, persistent enough to let it go and staying long enough for those magical doors to open up for you.
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