There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled.
There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled.
You feel it, don't you?
- Rumi
Some days are like these. Days, when no matter how well I completed a task, how well the lil one ate and how well I cleaned and scrubbed the home, and later in the evening, when Mr. Upsi comes in and encompasses my life, the little family we are building up --- no matter how settled I feel - there is still a void. Something that makes me ponder if this is all there is to it. That call seems so intense and yet not vivid, that it leaves my mind perturbed, unsettled and, the heart beats unsteady.
Gather up, I say. But the pieces fail to join, and the puzzle remains hazy and scattered.
An urge to do something beyond my regular oiled routine. I understand fully well that I haven't yet mastered the art of my profession. But that is not what calls me.
A need to fight for a cause. Or a need to shelter and offer a humane presence. A bit of selfless compassion. To have stood up and lived a life, and not simply have sat down and wrote about it. But is this the right time? And will there ever be something as, 'a right time'?
So I venture out. To look at those stars, hoping somewhere there my answer lies. Hoping, someday, it reveals. Then, would I have the courage and youthful brim left?
