A beautiful mess

I usually hate mess. But these days nothing usual is happening with me, so I guess it ok to like the mess. Just the other day I was sitting by the window watching the rains… and I saw around me. There were papers scattered everywhere as I have been working on a few things. There was a mug of coffee that had been around for a while. There was some music lying around, didn’t know which case to go into. My clothes had just come in from the laundry a few days back, they were sitting pretty as well on my bed. There was an ashtray full of stubs. And lastly my thoughts – just all over the place.

I was so comfortable. I was so content with the way things were. This was not really me. But I like the transformation. It’s more relaxed. It’s more like a beautiful mess which I am now used to.

I think I like the mess as it’s me. I like it because I can relate to it. Suddenly seems like this is a kind of life I always wanted. My thoughts are all over as they don’t need to be always guided. I like it because its like a kind of freedom that I feel one should experience. Almost like you don’t have to do something if you don’t want. It’s a very different kind of a feeling and I quite like it!!!