A moment of catharsis

Merryl Johnson
2 min readJan 18, 2021

Some days, the mind gets overwhelmed. Deadlines at work, conflicts in relationships, PMS, noise because of maintenance and construction in and around your house — it all becomes too much in the head. And I would want quietness more than anything else.

Those days, I imagine quietness to wrap me around like a gentle blanket or a warm cosy hug. Where I can just snuggle in peace. I then imagine the air to be crisp. Inhale it deep inside so it fills my tummy up and then a sweet exhale where I know everything is going to be okay.

I am recalling a quote from Kafka on the shore, where the author says something like, the eye of a storm is the place where everything is still. You would have the storm wrecking havoc around, but right there in the centre, all is calm.

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” — Kafka On the Shore

Here’s to all of us battling it out through storms, shedding old skin and constantly evolving. Holding on to that inner peace where it is certain that everything will be okay.

Sometimes during those times, I also wonder, what it would mean to give up your job, your relationships and go out to live in the wilderness. Would I die in a matter of days due to acute hunger, and vagaries of the weather? Or, would I run into nomads who, just like me — gave everything up, but yet managed to survive through odd jobs of nature? Then I ask myself, what are the miniscules necessary for survival really? Food and Shelter. Then how did we evolve from the prehistoric people we were to this — corporate slaves working until daybreak to get paid only to pay other bills and to continue the whole cycle altogether.

I do not really know how to finish this piece. But I am glad to have had a moment of catharsis to pen all this down. It was comforting. Some day I hope, as well as for those who read this — how to live, knowing you areliving the right way.

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Merryl Johnson

I write about things that make me think, things that make me laugh and occasionally things that frustrate me