Don’t Mind Me, I’m Dead

Don’t Mind Me, I’m Dead
Once you have kids and fall into the trap of working from home life becomes a whirlpool. Wait a minute, I just looked it up and the better word for life at home with the kids, food and work is maelstrom. Furniture, blender, kitchen, wailing children, cranky spouse, laptop all swirl like planets in a constellation doing their best to undo an orderly life.
I miss my association with a big organisation. The automatic recognition of you being somebody once you are an important cog in the corporate machine. No Matter, forward soldiers regardless.
I asked my mind what to do about it. It said, ‘ignore.’ Pretend you are dead. It works. I have killed myself existentially. I am but a body lying there the rest of me is floating above deaf to mayhem and disobedience from my kids. My third eye will only intervene when they are about to burn down the house or blow up the television. My spirit descends and blends, rolls, cooks,washes, bakes and serves and then ascends to this platform of Nirvana. I do not expect any good behaviour nor obedience. I take life as it is.

Scream of Loneliness

Small scream
Small scream (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You are alone

I know you are alone

What if you were born an orphan?

Alone?

Still you would have sought

Some friends

Made some friends

A husband

A wife

A child anew

Now, but you are not an orphan

Nor friendless

Please learn to be not alone

The World is your friend

If

You make it!

You are not alone.