Blog (2023)

         The first rays of dawn have graced the sky, casting a gentle glow upon the world. As I awaken, a sense of curiosity envelops me, and I am left pondering the whereabouts of those elusive beings. They have yet to grace me with their presence, even though the hands of time insist they should have arrived long ago. It was as if they harboured no intentions to undertake any action. They exist in my world as a constant presence, unfazed by the ever-changing circumstances that surround them, their unwavering support transcending the boundaries of time and place. It could be said that there exists the potential for their advancement, yet one cannot discount the equally conceivable notion that it is I who has undergone a transformation. Speaking for myself, I must confess that I do not find it plausible. No matter the course of events, rest assured that I will remain steadfastly stationed, awaiting their arrival. I find myself cognizant of the fact that this may not be the most optimal path for me to embark upon; nevertheless, existence will persist irrespective of the decisions we elect to make. There exists a certain subset of individuals who, for reasons unbeknownst to me, do not possess the inclination to engage in a particular activity. This fact, I must confess, does not perturb me in the slightest. The rationale behind their lack of desire, whatever it may be, holds no significance in my eyes. Faith, for me, resides in the profound awareness that, inevitably, that elusive door shall swing open, revealing their enigmatic presence and their mischievous smirks, all because I steadfastly refused to relinquish them. This, I am certain, is an eventuality that shall come to pass.

There exists a multitude beyond the realm of what currently resides within these words, yet I find myself unable to fully immerse myself in the intricacies of this perplexing existence. It was a matter that had consumed my entire being, a persistent presence throughout the entirety of my existence. It has played a role in shaping the person I have become, yet it is not the exclusive determinant of my essence. I have ventured into the realm of such endeavours, yet there were moments when evading utter immersion proved to be an arduous task. Tired. I found myself in a state of profound exhaustion, reaching the very limits of my being. It is within the realm of possibility that I may find myself succumbing to slumber. Even in the face of a new dawn, I find myself perpetually ensnared within the confines of a stagnant existence, devoid of the exhilaration that accompanies novel experiences. The unchanging nature of my existence remains a constant, an unyielding rhythm that persists without deviation. I must confess that I find myself utterly fatigued. My weary eyes, burdened by the weight of the world, yearn for the solace of slumber. I find myself unable to operate at full capacity unless I have indulged in the embrace of a complete night's slumber. Forever. In the vast expanse of existence, where the boundaries of reality blur and intertwine with the ethereal, one may find solace in the embrace of calm and tranquilly. It is in these moments of respite that, lately, I find myself preoccupied with the profound absence of sound.