I open my eyes, stare at the ceiling and that’s when it happens. What once was a peaceful place with wide open spaces and silent ambiance, is now filled with unforgiving traffic. The many corridors that were inhabited by none, are now overflowing with unwanted clutter and debris.

  The pressure is building up and I do not know if this place can sustain. The mere thought of everything coming to a crashing halt is paralyzing. The easy thing to do, would be paying no mind to the chaos. It sounds easy but, to me I think it might actually be harder than trying to alleviate the issue. I have come to the realization that I might never see tranquility and by the time I do see tranquility. Will my mind reject it? Will peace be such a foreign feeling, that subconsciously I will repeat the same process?

  Almost at once, the wide open spaces become just that. The overcrowded corridors have rid themselves of the clutter and debris. The chaos has vanished and once again I feel relaxed and safe. The anxiety slowly dies off and what seemed like a mountain before is not but a mere pebble on the ground. The world seems smaller now and more approachable. Every thing seems alright if only for a moment. Then almost instantly, the wide open spaces and corridors are once again filled with unwanted clutter and debris.