The score of my life: prompt
The Rejuvenating Toil
A choice for Catharsis
I saw the toiling of a whole day passing by my left foot as I was taking my nightly shower, after having sensed it flowing on my body, being washed away by hot water that loosened my head and my trapezius muscle.
But, a part of it stayed on me; its relieving one.
It’s what remains after the labor for something one considers highly valuable.
A sense of elevation, within the in-between field; like being a feather that can’t defeat gravity, but doesn’t lose its ability to fly either.
A feeling that I suddenly start “exhaling” a magical unspecified steam from the pores of my skin.
Rejuvenated, instead of exhausted. Revitalized through toiling for something wider than my personality’s microcosm.
An effort that offers a resting, which gradually leads to the effortless just be.
A non-contradicting contradiction.
Phenomenally oxymoron, but non-oxymoron underneath.
So, a shower turned into a lake of Catharsis, as I realized that one more day passed without me forgetting the Purpose.
Another earthly 24-hour context, with the Greek tragedy’s phases being manifested through small…
