It feels real-er
Not quite sure whether my vision has improved or everything seems more colourful.
Over the past few days, I've been trying to actively distance myself from using devices altogether. Yes, running without earphones (insert shock emoji). And it has paid off.
I've begun to visualise and meditate yet again. It is really hard to hold myself off from scrolling all social media right after I wake up, but I try (and fail 6/10). At the moment, uncontrolled, you'd find me meditating for 4:30 min at max, but it's improving. I'm growing.
I've started to use 'switch words, ' as dad puts it. Though he has some interesting words -- DURANT DEV or FALSAMBAD or SAPTGANGA, each holding some interesting meaning behind them all flooding my WhatsApp, but like any good son, I've been rather crude and carved my own words.
Excerpts of my WhatsApp -
Use the following switchwords for your loss funk presentation- 1.ā ā Saptaganga - Provides good frequencies for a smooth and effective presentation. Chant before starting the presentation. At least 108 times. The more the better. 2.ā ā FALSAMBAD- Enables you to give your desired outcome
On my part, every morning while meditating, I've begun to imagine myself as still water. Not sure why, but today it just started off and settled in smoothly. As I meditate, I'm flooded with thoughts on messages to respond to, emails to respond to, and my response is one sentence -- 'You are still water.' Not sure why, but it's working.
I've gotten back into swimming now, and it feels like starting fresh, resembling the same feeling when I first clicked with running. And just with running, I'd grossly overestimated my capabilities. But this is a welcome challenge and helps me set the tone for where I want to be with my fitness!
If one lap = returning to the original location, I'd say 50% of it I could cover in one loop. So, the goal is clear. Build respiratory capacity and enjoy swimming again. But man! It's too damn cold. Like I freeze when I jump in. But it's kinda nice. The first lap is chilly. It's unwelcome.
But two laps in, the water seems warmer than my surroundings. Huh, life lesson there.
Mum and Dad are worried about where my career is headed. Which I agree is a valid concern to have, yet I believe it is unfounded. I'm now in the final stages of interviewing with an AMAZING STARTUP for a role I think I'd do well in, and it seems fruitful. However, their concern as parents is understandable. I mostly need to communicate to them that I'd be going for a Master's next year, but it'll be all good. My resume isn't so lightweight anymore.
As I read Moby Dick, I cannot help but channel the ocean. For on the voyage of life, I am charting uncharted territory, with the map revealing itself to me only when I rise to face a new day.
I only know of the end destination, but not of when the horizon turns green. To follow the coastline is what I've been doing, heeding Mother Nature's beckon. Yet, I realise that it is but a momentary wish. For charting a course is what a sailor must do, and so shall I.