It has been a while now that I have been thinking about five words. I was well advised to sweep away any thoughts on these — I was gently reminded that I could ignore, without repercussion, the original words that made me think about these five words. I made the choice. I did not discard my thoughts about the five words; but I abandoned any thought of the words that caused this five words to hover around me.
They stayed with me for a while, scoffing, half-expecting me to grab them by the neck and seek answers from them. I did not. For once, I did not give in to the sweet temptation of wringing their necks. This one time, I thought I’d allow them to perform their rowdy dance and tire themselves to death; all the while watching them and shovelling all the attention that they were seeking.
Those five words aren’t important.
The journey they have caused me to travel is important, and a significant one, at that. There is knowledge and awareness, now, of how those words — and all the emotional burden that they created — was unwarranted.
There is a lightness of being.