skipping Pebbles
It ticks away, each passing moment, the seconds tick away. They seem to leave a lingering echo, like a pebble skiping down a dark basement tunnel. Except the sound of the pebble never speeds up. Just the same monotonic sound echoing over and over and over...
The repetition, the time spent waiting for the minute to pass, to then wait for the hour to pass. Eventually the work day will be over, and I can leave this hell. I'll finally be able to take of my mask, my veil i use to protect my consciousness from the wear and tear of this systematic bullshit.
The fake smiles the fake people, I can't allow them to chip away at my happiness or sanity. I have to blend in but be careful not to loose myself to it all.
It just keeps ticking away... sometimes the echo's seem longer, it's almost like you can stretch the exact second as it passes, grasping at the fleeing moment as it fades away... gone forever.
The parts of our soul we sacrifice to make money, like pieces of ribbon being torn off from us each time the clock dreadfully ticks. If only i could stop and turn around, snap that clocks hand off and silence the ticking, collect every ribbon ripped off of me. Then I'd be able to stitch it all together, rebuild the parts of me lost to the ticking.
I wonder who that version of me would be?
But enough of that,
I've got pebbles to skip,
Seconds to waste...
Moments to tax...
Money to make.
It ticks away,
echoing,
1
skip
at
a
time.
My mentor once said to me that the world needs people like us (the ones awake and seeking connection with our true selves, that see beyond the social conditioning) to be a part of normal environments, normal workplaces. Because we bring light. We bring an awareness. We heal people in a way; being a listener, standing out with our opinions or ideas, or even just our energy.
When I want to give up on the drain of normal, brain numbing, soul sucking, energy draining work, I remember that my presence has value. I remember to be patient. Slowly work away at a side hustle that brings me joy and is true to who I am. In the hope that if it’s meant to be, one day, I can do what I love all the time.
Until then, don’t let the daily grind drain the life and soul out of you. And sometimes, that is easier said than done. Right now for me, I’m struggling. But there will always be ups and downs. Stay grounded. The universe has a plan. Just keep being you.
And congratulations on putting your thoughts down to share. 👏
Thank you!
Definitely trying to stay grounded, that's for sure