Orenda

Hi wanderer,

It is strange how the mind jumps from one emotion to the other. Or maybe it is all the extension of the same feeling. Moments ago I was feeling all pumped up and one with the beauty around me.

Now I feel how vast the void is. For me writing has always been a way to put out my emotions. What I write is my raw thoughts, masked in mysteries and enchantments. I feel like I can relax through words. Writing gives a certain sense of hope that this world can be saved.

But to see everything being sidelined for clout and clicks is sad. Maybe my sadness is stemming from the void in front of me. Maybe it is from the yearning for the feeling of feeling connected. Maybe it is for something that is genuine and real.

Whatever it be, by the enchanted forests and cursed kingdoms I find myself, always looking for a way to feel whole.

If I am asked the number of likes, or shares have never bothered me. To feel whole and real is what has mattered the most.

But with bots and algorithms dictating what is right and what is worthy, it feels like real is being swept under. At times it feels like it will never connect. And it doesn’t matter.

From being misunderstood and being called arrogant and sensitive to belong somewhere. Let the world keep turning as it wants. But I will continue to write, something that is sacred to me, an expression of my soul.

I will wait by the groves and gardens along with the fairies and beasts. Because I believe that there are still people out there who are raw and genuine. Who sees the magic in normal. Who will understand the throbbing heart.

This world will become honest again. We will someday stop performing for clicks and likes. Someday we will become one with nature and I will be whole again. Till then I will dance by the riverside and sleep with the flowers.