Is it just me, or is there something about a shower at the end of the day that makes the world seem bareable again?
I was stood in the shower, enveloped in steam, taking the short breaths you can take when the room is running out of air...you hope the steam will somehow cleanse the inside....penetrate all the bad thoughts, aches and feelings that the water can't reach.
It makes you feel safe, you are cucooned and nothing can hurt you...the walls become soft and padded in cotton wool and you feel like you can take on the world. The steam doesn't judge you, critique you, incrimate you or hassle you....it unconditionally surrounds you with what you need right at that moment. Nothing more than a warm, safe feeling.
In a world so variable, our lives are so easily penetrated by the things we do and see around us, the steam is my consistent. It leaves that room when I tell it to, it leaves quietly and without fuss. It hangs on for as long as it can, like a guiding hand upon my shoulder, ushering me forward to battle. I have control here, I am on top of everything in my cucoon.
But life isn't cotton wool walls and envelopes of steam. The light is not shielded from our eyes.
As I open the bathroom door and am accosted by the 40watt hallway light I am reminded that I am as penetrable and as vunrable as the steam. My world can be ploughed straight through as easily as that.
The question is do you choose to take control and overcome the odds? Do you choose to stay in the steaming room of a steady job and a consistant wage though it be questionably adequate to live on? Or do you dare....dare to wish and hope for better....and go out and achieve it?
Open the window, watch the steam melt away into the night sky....take control. You know YOU deserve more
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very well written keep writing moew. i echo your thoughts
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