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Ways to avoid the Grief Forest

How do you avoid the grief forest?  The dark, pine filled, thorny bushed, vile paths. How do you walk in without getting your skin bruised, toe-stubbed, sometimes a tooth knocked out by the mysterious grief monsters? Maybe don't take the path at all. Go around it, its a longer route, but you'll avoid the wretched grief forest. Or like many, get through the good alternative - the valley of substance. You can sleep your way to the other side. You poke your head into the valley of substance and your mind goes to sleep. Sure, it ruins your body. But its the only way to avoid the darker alleys of the grief forest. Or find a way to fly over or dig under, to the other side. But beware, the wanderers who avoids the grief forest! It follows you - like a walking, breathing monster. When you least expect it, it engulfs you. "Feel me" - it yells into your ears. Sometimes, when you look back, it no longer follows. It would look like it backed away from you. You'd sigh of relie...
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60 MPH

In my head, I am riding a bike on the unruly roads of Himachal Pradesh, infamous for their extreme, unpredictable landslides. 
I'm listening to Illahi by Arjith Singh, probably, while also looking over for potential landslides.
Where will this road end?- I keep asking myself, praying that it doesn't.
I've always liked the long journeys, the music in between, and the aloneness.
Hair open, no internet connection, and I am riding my bike at 60 mph on Himachal roads. Slippery and yalks walking the sides of the roads.
Do I get to see an alpaca?- I am asking myself.
Then I come back to where I am; back in the office, in front of a computer, counting likes and followers on social media.
I don't complain, it gets me money. Something I desperately wanted for a very long time.
But then I see a different dream, every day, every minute.
I see me dancing amid the godly crowd of Thrissur Pooram. I let the vibrations rock my body as I hear the holy music. 
"Will Vadakkumnadhan despise me if he knows I am an atheist, ?"- I ask myself while dancing with the crowd.
"I'm an atheist too"- from somewhere inside, Vadakkumnadhan replies.
And then I am back, for a brief period, walking up and down the depressing hospital wards. Doing my job.
I don't complain; it's my first job, and I am Thankful.
For the next round, I am sitting inside a tree house, sipping hot coffee, looking out at the rainy forest. I can hear the sounds of the jungle. Scary at night, calm while there's still light.
The weather is chilly and I wrap the blanket around my neck as I sip the coffee. I turn on the phone to hear music and for nothing more.
I'm back again at the office, looking over at the clock, waiting to be 5 pm.
I set my bags up at 4.50pm, and wait the next peaceful 10 minutes.
I punch out and go outside. The weather is humid, but there's wind. I play my favorite songs on my phone, pick up my helmet, and leave for the day.
Hitting the road; Hair open, listening to Illahi, for real this time!


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