Finding Solace.

Sometimes, I wish basic things like eating or listening to sad songs could aid my escape from reality but more often than not, they don't. This could be one of the reasons why I was utterly astounded sometime back when I heard that 'aggressive feeding' was a thing and it helped people escape from reality. I mean how do you even get the urge to eat when life beats you down so bad?

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I can remember running to dancing and music for refuge and they worked. They worked like magic but the magic was usually short-lived. One minute I'm dancing happily and hopefully sweating away my sorrows and after a refreshing shower, the sorrows creep back in. Back to base.

Some time back, I found a remedy through one of the books I came across. The book basically centred on medication and positive thinking. How to face turbulence head on rather than shy away from it. Not too long after the completion of the book, turbulence showed itself and that was my chance to hold it by the horns.

I was new to the whole process because I used to be one to shy away from problems. "Why not just pretend the problem isn't here till whenever?" Or better still "why not channel so much negativity towards the problem?". The latter was a rather unconscious behaviour. However, things were about to change.

Instead of beating myself up about issues and getting terrible mood swings owing to the fact that I couldn't do anything to help myself, I opted to sit quietly, reflect upon these struggles and possibly write them down.

The very first day I was caught meditating, a majority of my friends who saw me kept their distance out of reverence. Why? Because both my feet were locked. I sat there on the cold floor with my eyes closed and my hands on my laps. I basically looked like one of the monks from ancient times, only that I still had my hair on.

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One of the friends who was courageous enough walked into my room and sat right in front of me till I was done meditating. I opened my eyes to see her glaring at me.

"Welcome back from the great beyond" she said with so much sarcasm in her tone.

"What do you mean by that?" I inquired.

"With how peaceful you looked, it felt like you had gone to heaven and back"

"Heaven?" I chuckled "I can only wish"

"So what were you doing?" She asked.

"Oh that? I was meditating" I responded.

"Meditating?Why are you meditating? How does it work?"

And just like that, I began giving the friend a lecture. After that day, I learnt that meditation wasn't all about the posture. One could sit comfortably on a sofa while meditating. As far as the environment was noiseless.

This has continued for a long while and till date it still works wonders. Whenever I feel like I need an escape from reality, I pick up a jotter and begin writing. I write anything and everything that comes to mind at the moment. And if I feel like the writing isn't helping matters, I search for the most noiseless zone around to reflect and come to meaningful conclusions.

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Love, Wongi 🌼