A helping hand

Through the spurt of light, I saw a hand reach for me. He must have needed some help. Then it was dark again. The hand caught hold of me now. He surely needed help. There was another spurt of light, the hand lost its hold. It again grew dark. I liked the dark. It gave me comfort. The hand was nearby. I could sense it. He needed my help. But I could not see it. Why? It was getting nearer to me. He could see me. He knew where I was. I was in the dark. I was comfortable here. Why was he trying to hold me? He needed help. But it was getting suffocating now. I wanted to see things clearly. It was not clear. I could not breath. It was getting darker. I was shivering. I was drowning. I needed help.

Dilemma of an insinuated mind

I wonder what I am doing and what I am doing it for? The answer is I am doing nothing and I am doing this nothing because what I can do does not help me achieve anything and there is nothing I can do which may help me achieve what I want. Is that really so? I wonder. The dilemma of an insinuated mind. A mind insinuated with the ideas of achieving what its heart governs rather than doing what the world wants. Such a mind shall always be in a dilemma, always at crossroads with its surroundings. Why? Why cant the ocean's tide allow a boat to follow its course? Actually it does. But only for some boats. Others have to face the tide and work hard at the oars. Right now what I am doing is waiting for the tide to change its course. I am not pulling at the oars. I did that for quite sometime but now I am waiting. Am I alone in the ocean? No, I see many others have let go of their oars. Some who see the shore near are still working. But not all. Not me.