They were depressed, in constant pain.
Numbness and discontent bent their smiles.
What they wanted to become in life was an obvious impossible task…it was too much to ask.
Their lives were repetitive and hopeless. Boring routine, they went in circles. Their dirty mirror became their only friends.
Nothing seemed to matter, each day was a battle. Every sprinkle of joy they had experienced was forgotten…what used to be was rotten.
They wanted to leave their lives, as that became the unexpected gift of their existence.
Their little worlds were worthless and confused…. they felt used and abused from the chaotic battle of their reality.
Yet, one day, only briefly…. a beautiful memory appeared within their hopeless minds. It was a quick boost of serotonin. The memory that they had forgotten became as clear as the moment itself, though only lasting a few seconds.
this nostalgia was like a light switch, flickering on and off periodically. It was spontaneous throughout the following weeks…giving them unexpected hope to cope in their downward slopes.
Over time the comprehension sucker punched their numb emotions, it was in slow motion…a potion that was needed for a much-needed mental promotion. The memories were a small lit match to a dry forest, a path in the opposite direction to the mental coffin they were locked in.
These series of memories debriefed their anxious souls, giving them the ability to comprehend the beauty of existence, that there is little distance to hope…no need to form resistance.
they looked in the mirror and saw something incomprehensible to their souls.
a smile?
who is this, who is that person smiling?
They comprehended that beauty, peace and hope is still a part of their reality, the book they were in didn’t have to be a tragedy. Hope snuck its little head back in their emotional front door, their hearts core wasn’t so sore.
their memories helped them remember that joy is real…that as long as it had been experienced before it can once again be lived.
That joy is real… no need to despair.
-Jarom
NO ATTACHMENT IS FREEDOM 