Exhaustion keeps creeping in. It feels superbly unwarranted; I have no idea why this is so. I feel like a kite, soaring in the sky, hanging just by a thread that is currently still strong enough to keep me grounded, yet, with the right amount of force, it can snap and be lost. Only to be found again, stuck in a tree in the distance.
I need to find a way to feel contented again. It comes and it goes. Today, as I watch my mom joking around with her two brothers and laughing heartily, I was contented. When I pranced around the living room, inciting much amusement from my beloved grandmama, I felt contented. Now, as I sit here in my empty room, I am a-missing. I know what I am missing. I just don’t know where to find it. Hence, I hope it will come to me.
I do pray that I will be whole. Hence, the confirmation bias. I must learn to let go, I feel. I must learn to be independent, and to seek freedom, in spite of it all. I must.
I want to gallavant so I won’t have to confront these overwhelming thoughts and emotions. I want to focus on my work, and not procrastinate. I want to sleep. I want to dream. I want to live in my utopian imagination. I want the impossible. I have to let go. How would I escape? I can’t just live in an illusion, can I?I know I can’t.
These days, I’m remembering again. I know it is a bad sign when I feel nostalgic about my past. I’m certain that I don’t want to get back to it. I just feel… lost.
Songs float through my head; those that punctuated those days of my life. The events, and the emotions, or the lack of it.
Perhaps, it is because I feel that I allowed myself to commit one of the stupidest acts of my life, recently, okay, not so recent, a few months ago. I seem to have lost a part of me with it. I should have been more considerate. I should have used my heart, but satan clouded my brains. My intentions weren’t all unholy, I suppose, I should have just known that it can’t be right given the circumstances.
I usually don’t allow myself to bear it all, and let the misery seep through, so you can imagine the current state of my soul. Or not. I haven’t updated in forever, so I am pretty sure not many people would want to read my miserable rantings; especially when the past few entries were just as miserable. Again, due to my ultimate act of stupidity. Ugh, God forgive me please. Don’t let me be so stupid. Please let me keep the amanah of all of those who trust me. Please please, please don’t let me be hypocritical.
Ok, enough of ranting. It isn’t so much of self-pity, I honestly do not feel like I deserve sympathy (ha ha). I just wish I could be better. Less lazy for one, more filial, etc. I suppose it’s a good thing that I feel like reading the qur’an badly, and having a good cry. I think I need to feel the love from Allah s.w.t., and to love Him in a manner that is befitting of Him. It is a blessing that I am able to perform my minial acts of worship again tonight. Off to shower, and to attempt to clean my heart.
The Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) said,
“There is a lump of flesh inside of you. If it goes right, the whole body goes right. If it is corrupted and evil, the whole body becomes corrupted and evil; and that is ‘al-Qalb’ – it is the heart. It is the heart.”
Please forgive me.
