Friction — The Life Itself

Nalan Önat
Sep 1, 2018 · 2 min read

No matter how beautiful the world is and how good the things are going, we as mortal creatures feel the roughness of time.

Some moments it eases and some moment pushes harder than ever. Lately, I believe this based on the effect of other human beings surrond me.

These days I am struggling with the women who makes comments about my relationship, more specificly about the behaviors of my man. All the comments they tell make sense. Besides the things they tell and the thoughts behind those words are logically true. No one can deny them (even me)or tell something against them.

The problem is, it is their truth and their logic. Not mine. I am just a person happen to expose their conversation. Nobody really and wholly know what is going on between a couple. Every couple has their own secrets and talks in mysterious language.

It is hard though, to avoid the unnecessary thoughts pouring on my mind from their sentences. How they do it I can not tell but; the women are very talented to find the exact verb to spin harmfull ideas in ones mind. They go round and round and round till I fell uncomfortable about my relationship or worse. This is just an example from my life how people make things tough in my mind.

When the mind is restless the friction of life gets unbearable. Time begins to flow slow and rub hard on our souls.

Wonder what do I do about this?

I dream. I dream about everything I hear the moment I need to avoid the restlessness of my mind. It doesn’t matter where I am or what I am doing. Dreaming opens a gateway to peace.

Yesterday evening, I heard martlets and dreamt how they fly. I realized that they fly like bat. I dreamt martlets and bats flying together at dusk. Then continued dreaming about sun sets, colours, clouds, stars and so on.

When one starts dreaming it goes like domino effect. Jump on to scenes to scenes, memories to memories. While dreaming there will be no room left for restless thoughts and anxious ideas. No room for remembering and thinking about unnecessary words that others said.

Sweet dreams.

I Used to be a Miserable F*cK

For anyone who has been in a dark place.

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