The poem, Sitting, by Phyllis Webb is a short poem, whereby the author concentrates on one of them only. The speaker reminds readers that it is important to stop our daily routines once in a while and just enjoy the moment of meditation, a moment with yourself.
In our technocratic society and an age of information, the word ‘stop’ is often associated with the word death. People are too busy; too busy to spend time with their family, too busy to write a hand written letter to a friend, and too occupied to read a book. It almost sounds like an excuse for not taking the time to enjoy life itself. More people are suffering with stress related disorders. They don’t realize that they are stressed and how it’s affecting them. It is so easy to get caught up in the everyday, increasing demands. People cannot find time just to think, to reflect on themselves, their actions, words and jesters towards other people and how they are affecting others. Or maybe it is just laziness and the lack of will to look inside of yourself, and search for an answer, or admitting to yourself that you are capable of making a mistake. Perhaps it’s the fear of being wrong, or the fear of not being able to see yourself in most pleasant light. Then again, it can be a combination of the all the above reasons.
It is scary sometimes to be alone with yourself and not have any distractions. A moment that, when all the daily routines are completed, the inside voice starts to sound louder and clearer and many images begin to flow in front of your eyes like a broken projector film; the images of unresolved situations, memories, and day dreams. Our inner voice wants us to hang onto the things that are important to us, however we feel so uncomfortable facing uncomfortable realities about ourselves, we just prefer to shut it down and get very busy.
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