It is a strange day. I am supposed to be happy, but I am not. All I think of is the imperfection of my life, how chaotic it is and how things don’t go the way I want them to. I decide to walk. One of the self-help books I had read long ago recommends walking as a sure way of alleviating anxiety and sadness. The walk takes me through a canopy of dense green trees. As I walk on the path strewn with bright leaves and pretty red flowers, I stop and take a deep breath. I stop worrying and then start again. I feel guilty of not worrying at times and pretending that life is good. I keep walking on, my head hung down, gazing steadily at the road. A few minutes of walking brings me to the end of the road which opens up on a beach. The sun is about to set. Twilight is the time when old memories pop up, the mind is restless with uncertainties and fears, and one dislikes being alone to face them.
I sit on the beach, my toes wriggling in the still-warm
sand. It is very reassuring. I take a deep breath again. The smell of the sea
captivates me and the sound of tides crashing on the shore calms my sore nerves.
There is no one around. I decide to take
a break from my routine of worry and soak in the moment. Soon the sun sets, giving way to a thick
blanket of stars. I lie on my back and look up at the starry sky. It is a beautiful symphony on the pitch black
background. I gaze at them and feel the
earth slipping off. The stars beckon with their music and glory, and I am drawn
toward them. As I stare into the night, I find myself relaxing. My mind is
surprisingly thoughtless and I like the tranquility in my head. The Universe
unfolds before my eyes and I feel silly about all the things I fret over. I
smile. I came here with a trembling heart, worrying about how messed up my life
was. And yet, as I sit under the stars, gazing at their infinity, I am amazed
at how I am no longer worried. Every nagging thought, every anxiety is miles
away. At this moment, I feel blessed. I want it to last forever.
