The madness around is enough to subdue our conscience and goodwill.
Initially, because of this troublesome times, you don’t know where you stand.
Some days, I happily think,
“Good, it’s over.”
And other days, It puzzles me,
“What’s going on, have you any clue?”
I felt the hindrance, in my thought process, as though it is masked by an unknown fear, a fear of uncertainty. These days, when I wear the mask all day at work and outside (If ever I dare to go) in this heat, I realise how much I miss my life before February this year.
I do wonder,
“Is there an escape from this, or is this lifestyle the new norm?”
The more I have these queries revolving in my mind, the more I worry.
To maintain my sanity, it became imminent for me, to find my way to move on. With this thought, I found a hiding place in the woods, where I could go and sit down, away from all the hustles and bustles, with me and myself.
The old wooden bench in there is a comfort station, where I stop to unload my burdened heart.As I remain seated, my eyes capture the beauty and divine positivity that envelop me.
I look above, and remind myself,
“See, He is watching over you.”
With this reassurance, my feet made a move, I took my steps ahead, with a soul filled with harmony.
“For He shall give His angels charge over you, To keep you in all your ways. In their hands they shall bear you up, Lest you dash your foot against a stone.” Psalms 91:11-12