Wednesday shadows – lazy soul

When the soul gets lazy, I know that life is passing by: the world loses its wonders, the days pass by without leaving a trace.

The wind is no longer singing, it’s just swinging tree branches and carrying sand, the stars are shining for others, the music is moving my legs but not my heart, and I’m no longer able to write something meaningful.

Then I look for a strong book, intelligent man’s thoughts, or my innermost fears. It is not sweet, but it is as if a cold shower awakens from stagnation, anxiety, and the darkness in me. And I start to feel every moment again.

Because the worst thing is to sleep in the shadows all the time that is devoted to us.

© Fortune, 2020