My day begins with the colour green

Ikigai was definitely the right kind of book for me to read during this quarantine. Given the fact that it talks about longevity and happiness, it also speaks about solitude, living with the nature and just being solely dependent on nothing but the moment. During one page, I read about this woman who starts her day by going to her garden.

Yes, the first thing she does after waking up is working on her plants. I applied this to my day. I try to do this every day. Going to my small patch of plants in the house and try to indulge the greenery to my eyes. It is definitely making me follow the day in a different and positive perspective given the distance we find in humans and nature.

There’s a watermelon growing and I find it motivating knowing that I planted this fruit. There’s no real control over these plants and yet they thrive and never fail to bring me smiles.

Talking to the plants is not yet my thing. But, my mom finds it a task so easy to do. Maybe she learnt from her life that plants listen unlike everyone else. It gives this kind of impermanent relationship with the nature that you go on to think about the strangest questions you ever asked.

Living with the plants gives me joy I can’t describe, but show. Look at this beauty:

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Polar Flair

Hidden are not the secrets anymore. It’s mostly my lack of care to the shallow depths. Our poles are right here on the single piece of land we place our foot on. Walking to the top and one day falling prey to the mistakes done winningly. We will be paid. And, we won’t be making any money but only the ashes of this wonderland.

Takes a lot of courage, you know, to live without the food you were meant to eat. Fishes don’t just swim around, to fall prey. They just die quicker to even swim these days. To seal off the hunt, seals have gone underground and birds are taking longer to find their prey. Hidden in the hell would be choices of the man.

Talking of hunts, the ones like me who can still do, do hunt. I see the man growing dumber and wildly with these chic devices. Tapping on petitions more than their garden beds. The plants are dying of heat, do you not need the water? Or, are there no trees where you live? Find them, please. For the hidden secrets of the planet are mostly gone by now, and we need to find them.

– Pandora.

Cut me in two, I’ll remain one

Oh Chris, do you make me believe?

Checking on myself, I think of the wonderful miracles having come off, the ones happening. And, hope for the ones to be in future. I remember telling the difference in dreaming and expecting.

Time knows a lot about uncertainty. Yet, I find myself speaking to the void of hopeful seconds to speak back. It is only because, of this void, I expect nothing from. It is a void knowing what it knows. It is time, understanding itself.

Anxiety got me nowhere. And, nowhere is the perfect place to start again. Looping myself of this void and anxiety, it is mostly the smile on my plants that find themselves giving me the answers. The shady clouds reminding me of the beauty in imperfection. Currents high and low letting the waves be. For it is, perfect as it remains.

Oh Martin, you make me believe!