calm (kahm) a., v., & n.
As
of 20 minutes ago: six down – none to go. Breath out a sigh of relief and love
and ecstatic happiness. And above all, freedom.
In
the depths of end-of-semester mayhem I found myself at the edge of two worlds:
sink or swim.
Deadlines were creeping up a little too quickly and all of a
sudden a light meteor shower began to develop. Always all at once. Always
unexpected. Always an adventure.
At times like this I find my ever-growing mane
takes on a persona of it’s own and becomes a tangle of knots, plaits, wisps and
flyaways; it becomes wild. It’s almost as if the mop on top of my head can
sense my confusion and exhaustion and does not appreciate the endless pull from
a million directions. Not to mention the fact that taming the mane takes a lot
of time and gentle coaxing, which often goes astray when time is of the
essence.
And so over the years, knowing that life is for swimming, not sinking,
for accepting challenges and striving for more, I have learnt to take a deep
breath, open my eyes and my heart, and just let it be. Wild hair, wild heart.
For
a couple of days I let my wild, messy mane take over my life. It took over my
room, my nails, my clothes, my books, my bag, my muscles, the fridge, and my
mind (minus the section that’s dedicated to completing assignments). I let it
be as ballistic as it wanted so I could focus on what needed to get done.
And
now that the deadlines have been met, the mane is tame. Or as tame as it ever
gets.
There
is an eerie calm that has settled, free from the strains of constantly pushing
to know more, do better, be quicker, try harder. It is soothing to know that my
mind and soul are establishing peace.
And it is now when the truth will be
learnt.
Because
sometimes when we let it be wild and messy and untamable and ballistic, the
truth settles itself and comes calmly and quite beautifully, home.
Sometimes
life is what happens when you just let it be.
PEACE & LOVE BEBS
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