Written by – JASHAN SINGH PAWAR

It’s the same December foggy morning, yet very different. There is a mist in the air, both inside out. This mist of thoughts is easily extinguishing the spark; you have to find a way to ignite that dying spark. Jashan, don’t forget your emotions often double-park and you are constantly reviewing that ugly mark.

The quandary of waxing and waning of the moon, the light and the dark, the dusk and dawn are constant throughout and forever.

Such a moron I am; I live my life as if it’s real. Don’t forget, Jashan; it’s a dream that you are living in.

The spiritual and stoic sides of you will always be overshadowed by the rise of Venus. This will never allow you to escape the matrix until your last breath.

Don’t lose the grip, or else brace yourself to slip. You need to keep democracy alive in your head, where you welcome and treat both indulgence and self-discipline positively.

Okay! I am not playing that character anymore because I don’t like the part.

But wait. What if? What if the darkness leads me to light? The ambiguity of external distractions leads me to the space of my inner clarity. My friend, you’ve got to swim that outer ocean that is full of self-sabotaging mind patterns to vanish into the depths of the ocean, where the inner peace lies.

HAHAHA! It ain’t that easy, my friend, as it comes straight out of my heart.