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Magical Purple Flowers

 

Overwhelm - Short inner monologue film

 

I entered my room and slouched on the bed. I grabbed the folded blanket kept on my side, wrung it loose, and flopped it over my legs. It was cold and I needed warmth. The blanket trembled like non-circular ripples and long ribbons someone’s shaking from a stick. I sat there and started thinking about a feeling I was feeling in that moment. I couldn’t find a word from my memory to describe this feeling. I kept thinking, and meanwhile, turned my head to stare on an untidy pile of notebooks that lay on the bed and on the side table and all around me. My head was buzzing with thoughts and I needed to quieten their restless voices by giving them shelter in a notebook. But then I started thinking which notebook should I choose to do this task. It was a huge and laborious task. First, I needed to organize these voices in different categories and in the second step, I needed to see which notebook was to be assigned to thoughts of a particular category. So, now I was thinking about two things. One, finding a word to describe the feeling that I was feeling and second, which notebook should I select from the heaps to write down the thoughts spinning in my head. Both steps. I was still jostling with these two tasks when a third one popped up. A question that left me curious and terrified at the same time. Do I have all the words I need in my memory to describe everything I want, now or in the future? If not, then it’s a crisis. The thought jolted me in a bad cognitive dissonance. The emotion of insecurity gripped me. And envy. What if the other writer, who I despise, knows some words that I don’t? I clenched my fists. My fingers were sweaty and my elbows were quivering. My eyes became glassy with an intrusive pang of fear, the fear of impending doom, doom of my writing career. And before I could overcome this fear, I remembered that I still hadn’t found the word to describe the feeling that I was feeling a few moments ago and I hadn’t even selected a notebook for putting down my restless thoughts. I sat there, inside the warm blanket, frozen. And glassy eyed. After thinking some more for a while, I ditched the heap of notebooks. I regretted and mourned the loss of my ability to retrieve a suitable word to describe that feeling. And I apologized to my restless thoughts because since I hadn’t selected a notebook, I couldn’t do anything about them. After all these cathartic, therapeutic, and healing rituals, I pulled my laptop and wrote down all the things I had just did ever since I started feeling that feeling. I wrote everything down. And then suddenly, I realized, that I could describe that feeling with the word “overwhelm.”

 

And the moment I wrote this word, the restless thoughts quietened down and I no longer needed a notebook to write them down. Now caught red-handed for the feeling they were trying to evoke within me, they settled down, crankily on my shoulders, around my ears, and inside my fingers, well-mannered but frantic, like crowds of refugees in a shelter camp or drops of dew on a tree. And then I took the lead and started calling them one by one. One by one they could come to me and report their stories and questions and worries and I could write these down.

“Fear of losing my identity”

Okay, next. “How to deal with the feeling of overwhelm?”

Well, you write it down.

Inspiring dialogue between a monk and a man

 

Hooham: What is fear?

OrangeGuy: Fear is the projection of a memory from the past into the future. You cannot be afraid of something you haven’t experienced before.

Hooham: Why fear is created?

OrangeGuy: Depends on how your mind is designed to work. Fear is created from pain and ignorance. If you have experienced getting eaten by a crocodile before, you will feel the fear the next time you approach a crocodile. If you have listened to so many people talk in fear about something, you will experience fear when you experience that thing in your life.

Hooham: Can it be changed?

OrangeGuy: Yes, mind can be changed. But not until you are identifying yourself with the mind.

Hooham: Am I fear or am I fearless?

OrangeGuy: Whether you think you are fear or you think you are fearless, you are that.

Hooham: So from now on I will believe that I am fearless.

OrangeGuy: Whatever you believe, you become. Whatever you know, you are. 

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