Thursday, April 17, 2008

Reflection of the Soul

I feel the cold drops of perspiration. I'm about to let go of the wastes I accumulated for the past day. I went inside the bathroom and brought along any magazine available. I pulled down my pants and sat on the throne. While glancing the pages looking at photos, I am concentrating at the same time for the success of this endeavour. As I'm having a tummy problem as well, the release takes time while cramps are getting more often. I closed my eyes and as if I'm letting go of my spirits. I took a deep breath and I felt a bitter sweet relief. I made it through. I felt brand new without traces of the past.
As I'm cleaning myself, I realized one thing. How I wish my heart's burden is similar as the human waste. Though you carry it, there's a definite and perfect time to let go. You may feel pain but it ends. It may be a cycle but it will never be of the same nature because everyday is a different experience. But my issue is persistent. Rusty same old. If only my heart is the waste, I could've died of internal body poisoning a long long time ago.