The urge to write today is high. There are so many stories, question, feelings that are rumbling, crashing in my brain. I need to reboot. I need to sort things out. I need to stand up and start walking. Little by little. I promise I wont run.
This chamber of thought is going to explode. The sun is shinning today, as my music play list offers me soundtrack to boost my mood of sadness and happiness that have been tangled for quite sometime, Therefore I am writing few stories in one time. Cool huh? Yes that means I am switching from one pages to another. Life has to get better soon. I have to return to my dear old self. I am currently practicing again to juggle few balls at one time. Yes by that, I mean writing few stories in one time. I need to rearrange my thoughts and shunt away the clouds upon my instinct and believes. I need a traffic controller for my mind. I wonder who is the best candidate for this job? Well of course the answer will always be my mom.
Mother. When I was young or even now I’m running on my 25th year treadmill, she will always be my best traffic controller for my thoughts. I could just spill all my thoughts to the only bowl full of love in this world. She would listen, she would comment, she would piss me off, and she will lead my way. She will help me to sort out and strengthen my decisions and me. The only tower that know and watches me, where I’m heading, which destination should I go to and even which stops is available in case of emergencies. It doesn’t mean that she wants me to do this and that and have to do this and that. She just led me the way. She just gives me her hands whenever I’m lost on my own way in life. The soothing voice, the generous laughs, the warm heart even when she is million miles away. The place where I could just cry for my stupidity, scream for help and never be judged.
Sometimes in life we have many things to deal with that it all got cluttered in your mind. You got confused which should be done coz the heart expect “A” to be mend and the thoughts know that “B” should be priority, but the again our selfishness wants “C” to be dealt. Yes the argument inside your own self. By the time everything is cluttered I pick up my phone, dial the only number that I know will always be available for my aid 24 hours a day. My 911. My mother, the traffic controller for my cluttered mind.
Thank you mom, for always being there for me and listens to my crappy life day by day. Thank you for today solutions, “just write all of your thoughts even though no one will understands”, she said and I couldn’t agree more. Coz that is exactly what I’m doing just now. But then I couldn’t just leave this blog like this. I couldn’t help but wonder, who is your traffic controller in life?
