It’s a strange feeling to have at this point of time in my life when I haven’t even have thought of retiring from the society per se. Though I’m a recluse-on-whim and keep taking hiatus from everyone and everything that involves interaction— like even deactivating my social media accounts.
I have difficulty being idle physically and mentally and in process I tend to forget to take a break and sit down and look back at where I begin and where I am. And, there is a loneliness that succumbs me, for this loneliness is not being bereft of people around me but being too away from my own self.
Love after love is such a lovely poem that reminds you how beautiful it is to have a moment with yourself , come back to your own self and see mirror of life. Nostalgia taking you down to the lane where you left yourself.
Love After Love
“The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your
Give Wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself,
to the stranger who has loved you all your life,
whom you ignored for another, who knows you
By heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
Peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.”
— Derek Walcott