none of this belongs to me
i walked amongst the nice things;
the pure blue sky and the creamy sunshine,
the eloquent shadows stretching on the road
relaxing with the glowing green leaves.
but I saw my smile
in the emerald sparkles deep in the bush
and the red shyness of the new born leaves.
how can i not accept
the cheers of those creatures
an embodiment of my happiness
memories.
What am I supposed to do?
Where am I supposed to be going?
I want to stay here. Can I at least do that?
but at the end of it
I just don’t ever want to think
that “i have to become this”
Not even being able to earn a living
I’ll be okay with that as long as i’m doing the work i love
so the destination doesn’t matter in the slightest
keep doing the practice problems
and pass the exams
because it’s all that I’ve got at this point
see you guys on the other side.
We go about most of our days as empty-headed zombies. For me, being locked inside my room because of quarantine robs me of my passion and motivation. However, an interesting phenomenon I found was that it was easier for me to do creative work during the hour of the sunset. I think this is because of the immense passion I felt during one sunset walk; buried in messy thoughts from school, the beauty of nature captivated me and released me from my mental spiraling.
Since that experience, I consistently go for a sunset walk, during which the warm lights enable the cultivation of many great ideas for my writing pieces. I also started a personal blog named Conscious Hour to record some of the ideas and compile them into my personal philosophy. I chose to savor the moment consciously because I believe that in a day of our busy, disorientating lives, finding a time of spiritual connection allows our creative mindset and passion to flow through the blockade of negative thoughts and emotions. Doing so, we can better ground ourselves through reflection and deep breaths, before moving forward.
The Conscious Hour 