I am really excited to write about such topics. Man has a variety of feelings everyday, and it comes in streams, in battalions, one after another in strings, and indeed man wants to share such feelings. But the problem is there can have no one who has the patience to listen to and of course we will have to fall back to writing, of course the last resort to which we will return.
I have a mix of feelings this morning. I felt numb when I wake up, a kind lethargic feelings or something like this totally anesthetized desiring to do nothing at all. No desire of picking up a book to immerse myself therein, to wallow and lose myself in different word, in a domain of fantasy, imagination and the like. But I could do nothing rather than lying therein the bed with not even a book in my hand. I did not even watched the TV program.
Then I got up, stretched out my limbs for a while, gave a prolonged yawn and started to lose my self in meditations. After a short while I refreshed and invigorated myself to write this piece. Maybe finding this the best thing to do at the moment.
I am very keen on doing things of literature and literature vitalizes my mind and uplifts my soul and gives me a direction in life and sensitivitizes me to the external environments I live in.
