A complex wiring of neurons, connected with extreme yet sensitive emotions.
A matter that can hardly bare a eye lid force, yet can generate immense power.
Fuzzy thoughts make the flowers on the thorns garden and a blanket spread on them.
The blanket is me and the rest is quite obvious, my emotional thoughts. I never let any tranquil in any one of my nerve cell, they just keep charged and allow the currents pass through. The emotions used to raise the pulse and mouth used to do the talking to decrease the pulse. I was never sure when to let my emotion out and of course how to let it out. I was struggling for this answer. Many faces I met and many voices I asked, no help. I was down and almighty was the only way to help me. Having this faith, I walked to my sitting room, sat on my dad’s chair with my head resting and shoulders relaxed. I was too tired to observe my surroundings and continued to be in the same state.
Past was spinning as a broken ellipse in a disturbed orbit. It was impossible to think of patience and feel calmness. I just couldn’t stop from closing my eyes tight, holding my fists tight and taking deep breath. I moved back and was on the journey to get over this. My vision went blank and thoughts void.
I saw myself questing for help in pitiful way. Meanwhile, I saw a old man barging in with a bag like thing in his hand. He was trying to give it to me and I was puzzled. To solve my confusion, he said this will help how to tackle emotions. Before I could say anything he said, “Next time you feel anxious, just close your fist and open it, you will find a rock in your hand. Put that in this bag.” I curiously asked , “After that?”. He said, “You will get to know by yourself.” As he moved away from me I was sensing the calmness in thoughts. I roused up in a shock and involuntarily opened my fists. I saw a rock falling down from my hand on the floor. I recollected what the old man said and kept the stone in the bag. The bag was very soft and the presence of rock was clearly visible.
I started doing this action and observed the bag grew more stiff every time I added a rock and so was I. Over a period of time I saw a tap developing at the bottom of bag. At times I thought I will not take the rock out of mine. When I was thinking too hard, the bag developed fumes from itself, looked as if, emotions were melting. I saw this happening at times and was always curious what’s going on inside.
To solve this anxiousness, finally I untapped the bag. A lump of metal flew out into my hand and solidified. My hand didn’t burn, I was surprised. Soon the molten form took a proper shape. It was looking very precious and rich. People saw them at times and found them extraordinary. When they came to know that my emotions are turning like this, they realized how important they were, and I realized, how intense the pain was, that bright the stones were. I reached a stage where the thoughtful emotions found a way to speak for themselves. The sense of satisfaction the shiny lumps made, channelized my emotions.
Having seen the state with and without the bag, I am proud of this thought channel, the right channel.
