Dove Letters

As a part of civilization we are used to having control. We have learnt ways to identify the signs of the natural causes, to predict them and have invented tools to intervene with them. But there are times when all you can do is sit down and wait. At these moments our civilized ways are challenged and we feel helpless not knowing when and how; Our tools don't work anymore and our guesses won't realize. It feels like a sickness to our planned ways of living to surrender, to watch, to calm the busy manipulative mind and to give in to the chaotic order of the nature by not seeking the knowledge of what is about to happen. But if you decide just a little to try, you'd feel a charming peace inside; the quietness of a brain empty of the usual anxious efforts, walking into the dark, not expecting a thing and just repeating "Come what may". . .