Mechanics of Existence

It started as a challenge to form a habit, but now it has become much more. My morning walks keep me grounded. While I walk, I float in the spectrum of colours that surround me. Most of the elements of my daily existence have seen a major shift, but the silence of the mornings has travelled with me across boundaries. 

Mayhem within finds an antidote in stillness outside. The monochromatic and dismal visions of the central processing unit of my body find their competitor in the bright blue contrails spread across the canopy above my head. Sometimes I wish my system knew how to process and retain the information that my eyes capture in the wee hours of the day. While the maintenance work is underway, I take the aid of an artificially manufactured technological device to store my memories for me. I experience bliss looking back at it, though frequent systematic failures hamper that too. 

The loneliness of night finds company in the whispers of birds beckoning me to start the day afresh, breaking through barriers, behavioural and cognitive. Walking with an already defeated mind, I imagine being filled with the vigour of the rushing leaves as they sweep across  the ground, or the fortitude and strength of the creepers and climbers ascending the brick-and-mortar structures of knowledge. 

In the labyrinth of narrow lanes and variegated flowers, the woes of procrastination sometimes lead to sources of inspiration The fall of this autumnal season invokes feelings of nostalgia and homesickness for the radiant lights that would by now be covering the houses in the place I left behind. This is when my mind reminds me about the gleaming orange reflection from the pumpkins and radiant atmosphere of the Yuletide. These will, hopefully, help allay those episodes of anxiety which I did not think would have the patience to travel so far with me.

I wonder how the algorithm, which throws out worst-case scenarios in almost every search, manipulated me into thinking this would be a cakewalk. Despite my withered trust and flawed information processing, morning walks have become my faithful friend, holding my hands through days of euphoria and evenings of solitude.