A bird is calling out incessantly.. is it a word language.. or a sound one.. we also have so many languages.. and so many ways of communication.. through words.. sounds.. expressions.. emotions.. silence.. what does it matter really when it is never about what the other person is saying.. only what we are hearing.. this morning i got up with a feeling of revelation.. like an answer to life simplified in two lines.. no matter what chore we do it is the work inside that completes it.. and the thread that brought this thought was my waking up with a whole list of things to do.. the rush inside.. the frown working out the time.. the silent kick for not waking earlier.. and i am thinking how are we meant to wake.. looking forward to the day.. greeting the day.. or listing the chores of the day.. and then this thought came.. bringing an excited peace.. like i held the key to some lock that i have almost found.. this removes the feeling of monotony or boredom that each feels most of the time.. for the work within is like an adventure.. traveling through the spaces inside.. discovering myriad new worlds.. just waiting for us to be..
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