As Rumi said, “My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.”
I am constantly torn between my mind and my soul.
Between what I should say and what I want to say.
Between trying to fit in and escape life.
Sometimes it's a paradox.
So, here's a conversation between my mind, my soul and the world.
The world: Why are you shaking your leg?
My soul: Because I am restless. I don't like settling. I am a wanderer. I want to escape this mundane life.
My mind: Bad habit.
The world: Why are you so quite?
My soul: Because I like solitude. Because If I don't speak, I don't have to deal with the world's idiocy. Because I can be myself.
My mind: *awkward smile* *tries to make a conversation*
The world: What do you want to become?
My soul: Author. My mind is loud and so, I need to write. I believe that words have the power to change you for the better and I want to show the world a new perspective.
My mind: Probably a scientist.
The world: Where are you?
My soul: Lost in the wonderland of madness.
My mind: *tells the location.*
The world: We are the society.
My soul: Not we. You. You are the society. I am an insurgent. But I enjoy your misconception.
My mind: *replies in a monotonous way* Yes, we are the society.
The conversation is endless but I have to stop writing for now because I should do something - as the world says it - constructive.
I am constantly torn between my mind and my soul.
Between what I should say and what I want to say.
Between trying to fit in and escape life.
Sometimes it's a paradox.
So, here's a conversation between my mind, my soul and the world.
The world: Why are you shaking your leg?
My soul: Because I am restless. I don't like settling. I am a wanderer. I want to escape this mundane life.
My mind: Bad habit.
The world: Why are you so quite?
My soul: Because I like solitude. Because If I don't speak, I don't have to deal with the world's idiocy. Because I can be myself.
My mind: *awkward smile* *tries to make a conversation*
The world: What do you want to become?
My soul: Author. My mind is loud and so, I need to write. I believe that words have the power to change you for the better and I want to show the world a new perspective.
My mind: Probably a scientist.
The world: Where are you?
My soul: Lost in the wonderland of madness.
My mind: *tells the location.*
The world: We are the society.
My soul: Not we. You. You are the society. I am an insurgent. But I enjoy your misconception.
My mind: *replies in a monotonous way* Yes, we are the society.
The conversation is endless but I have to stop writing for now because I should do something - as the world says it - constructive.
