Waking up to embrace nature in its true undisturbed form is a blessing.
For some reason, many of my friends take pride in stating that they have been a witness to just a handful of sunrises in their lifetime. Oversleeping seems to be a honorary badge they are proud of wearing.
I feel compelled, at times, to explain the beauty of a newly born morning to them.
But waking up before the sun comes out, walking a few miles to find a landscape untampered by cement and gravel and losing oneself to the human-less silence is a bliss better left to be described by Wordsworth and Walden.
In the midst of such experiences, there always exists an inner conflict - Should I capture the moment or just be in it?!
The soul wants to just be.
The ego wants to create an evidence.
There are days when the soul wins and there are days when the winner is the ego.
I try hard to control the outcome.
But the alternating victories seem necessary.
The artist needs the human and the human needs the artist.
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