Connecting.

Silence needs to be appreciated more. With our hectic lives, how often do we get silence? I mean complete silence. Not a sound to be heard. No cars driving past. No talking. No sounds of footsteps; just silence. Even with a slight background noise, the feeling silence brings can be achieved… it brings a sense of being “here”.

A feeling I had been missing. I lost track of how long. My ears seem sensitive to the daily lives of us all – I wish for silence. A time to reflect and a time to be alone, with yourself. How much time do we spend to ourselves… without the unnecessary? When was the last time we stayed in silence to admire the life around us? The stars within their galaxies, the nature and what’s beyond. Our minds can only reach so far – do you know your minds limits? It might be good to test them. How long can you stay in silence –  the only sounds being of the earth?

Exploring is something we all enjoy, but little numbers of  us explore ourselves; our minds. Our minds are rarely at peace, the world ties us war bound with our own spirit. Silence can be liberating, silence can be pure. A burden lifted off your soul. Ponder on the verses of your Lord whilst you spend time with your soul.

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A.b.R. — A note to bring me back: to earth, to peace and to WordPress. It’s been sometime, but all the time was well-needed. The time was, you could say, a spiritual cleansing, that is still within process. To be completely honest with you, it seems to have only just started.

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[Blog Post] Living in a dream.

“I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.” ― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane.

{I’m still thinking about my last blog post. I’m wondering if I should take it down and act like I never posted it. At this moment, it seems like the best idea. I don’t want to seem needy. I don’t think sharing the past will do anything good.}

Our task today/yesterday(?) is/was to write whilst being inspired by a tweet containing a quote. I must say, it was a bit odd going back onto twitter, and now I wonder how on earth I ever had so many followers. I never did anything special, just followed the crowd. And that was when I realized: I’ve never been me until now. But, thinking back, that’s what I used to think then. All I seem to be doing is going through many different personalities and seeing which one best fits – like picking an outfit. I’ll never find who I am that way, but it’s the only way I know. Following the example of someone else gives you a guide-line, and some rules of what not to do and what to do. But for now, I think I’ll follow the example of my beloved prophet (Peace Be Upon Him), and try to find who I really am whilst doing so. As right now, the only things I know about me are that I am religious and like reading. I seriously don’t know anything else.

Whilst trying to find myself, I have went to books as an aid. A way to escape the reality of life for a few hours. When reading, it feels like finding me doesn’t matter anymore. That I am the characters in the book; that my destiny is all written in these pages yet touched. I think that maybe I’ll find myself in this book, or that book, or a book yet to come. Maybe that’s why I can read a book so quickly, as I’m waiting to have read the last page and say: That’s it, I’ve found myself. Although I know it won’t happen, I still hope that maybe it could, one day.

Maybe I am too hard to understand, and thus, too hard to find. Maybe I am meant to wonder this world unaware of myself. Whatever happens, I hope I can find me sometime soon.