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There is a special place deep in the pit of my being where I retreat to in times of prolonged intense discomfort. Stripped of all emotion and baggage of worldly possession including family. It is a place called Medom. A place of absolute solace and freedom in my me-ness. My individuality.
It is imperative that I constantly centre myself by visiting this place. For what good am I as a friend, as a lover or as a relation if I have forgotten to be good to me. The real me, not the one that I potray to be accepted in my numerous different circles in society.
As a friend, and such a good friend I have learnt to be. Being there for others whenever they need me ,regardless of the fact that they might not be there for me as much, takes a lot. Holding a hand here and there when I’m needed to. Listening to problems and then shouldering them takes a lot. And those times when what you understand from what I’m saying isn’t what I want you to understand when I’m saying it. Hope you understand. No, I’m definately not moody if i excuse myself from drinks at 5pm, there is a place I have to be. An appointment with my me-ness in Medom.
So, no I’m not moody , the me that you think you know is merely deep within the real me for servicing. It all started when I understood that it’s ok to nurture and look out for my soul every now and again out of the hundred times i tend a gentle hand to all the other souls around me. You see ,I cannot take you with me to medom because that is bringing baggage and responsibility along. If you are with me, then I’m obliged to tend to you as a lover or friend.
No, I ain’t moody at all, I’m just recharging my batteries by switching off to the deafening buzz of a world that won’t notice if I stumble and am subsequently left behind. I am retreating to a place where the air is crisp with honesty. Where the trees are laden with hope. Where the earth is saturated with peace. A place where i can tap and listen to the pulse of positivity coursing through the veins of my existance. A place that is purely my own . A place I truely belong.