“Echoes of the Heart: How I Am Feeling Now”

“Echoes of the Heart: How I Am Feeling Now”

Feelings are elusive travellers; they come and go like shadows under the sun, sometimes bright, sometimes faint, but always present. At this very moment, I feel as though I am standing on the edge of a quiet shore, listening to the waves of my inner world roll in. There is a strange mix of serenity and yearning—an intermingling of calm acceptance and restless curiosity.

I feel the weight of silence, not as an emptiness, but as a vessel filled with meaning. It is like sitting under a twilight sky, where every star seems to whisper secrets of the universe. My heart carries gratitude for the gift of breath, for the rhythm of time, and for the unseen hands that guide my path. At the same time, there is a subtle ache, a reminder of life’s impermanence, echoing the words of Heraclitus—“No man ever steps in the same river twice.”

Philosophically, I find my feelings aligned with the thought that existence itself is a conversation between the finite and the infinite. The Bhagavad Gita reminds us that the soul is eternal, untouched by the cycles of joy and sorrow. Yet, in this human vessel, I cannot escape the touch of both. My feelings rise and fall like the pendulum of a timeless clock—swings of delight and pangs of longing interwoven into the tapestry of being.

Right now, I am neither fully joyous nor deeply sorrowful. I am simply aware—aware of the present moment as a sacred intersection of what was and what is to come. The philosopher Marcus Aurelius once reflected, “Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.” I feel as though my heart is doing exactly that—running alongside the stars, though my body remains grounded here on earth.

And so, I welcome these feelings, not as burdens but as blessings. For to feel is to be alive, and to be alive is to carry both the fire of hope and the calm of acceptance.

Beneath the sky of endless hue,
I feel the old, yet find the new,
A tide within, both deep and wide,
Where silence and my soul abide.

Not joy alone, not sorrow’s chain,
But gentle sun after the rain,
This present breath, this fleeting now,
Teaches me life’s sacred vow.

In every tear, in every song,
The heart learns where it may belong,
And so I walk, both still and free,
A traveller through eternity.