He badly needed to rediscover that lost enthusiasm and zeal for his work. Was he devoid of fresh ideas, was he simply over-exhausted?
He had never felt so ‘blocked’ before. He desperately needed to churn out creatively told stories and well-researched essays for his next self-help book. His fame depended on it, so did his fancy lifestyle.
That afternoon as he walked home after his book signing event, he felt a strange unease. Out of nowhere a rainbow appeared in the sky. He stood in awe for a few minutes when a piece of paper came flying out at him from somewhere. He noticed some words were scribbled on it.
He knew this was his rainbow.
He had to experience. He had to live the truths he wrote about in his fast-selling books. He had to ‘be’ before he could ‘express’.
He couldn't be a sham anymore.
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“The rainbow is the sign of peace and deliverance.” ~ Sri
Aurobindo, Letters on Yoga
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Written for Wordy Wednesday for Blog-a-rhythm, Word Prompt: Rainbow
Linking up with ABC Wednesday, Z: Z is for Zeal
Image: Google, altered
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