23 MJ all Day

I have seen the sunrise and the sunset for 23 days in a row now. Conscious of a day entirely, and pretty much a night for that matter. Fasting has challenged my mind body and soul, i market this as the perfect detox from everything in life. This Ramadan I have never taken fasting more serious, staying away from stimulates, the uppers and downers, and the vulgar. I have embarked on a jovial perspective reminiscent of my childhood. I go through my day whether it be work, school, or family, with such clarity and calmness. The moments when I have been wound up through frustration or anger, are quickly extinguish by the lack of energy to waste. When I use up my resources there is beauty to it, a realization. I am man, weak and at the mercy of Allah. For my convictions have given me the determination to fulfil this duty of my faith, and to embrace it. In the past I have taken on this month with a sense of determination that would falter to anger and skepticism. I would question why Allah would impose a person to practice fasting. Did he want to see my productivity falter, my immune system crash, or me not get to enjoy with my friends? I did not understand the gift that he had presented me. This Ramadan has been a blessing. My mind is at another level of understanding. My nature is in a whole new element and slowly life is beautiful again. For every peril, I have been rewarded with a triumph. For all the perils in my life, I have never felt so triumphant.

I think that filling voids does not give you satisfaction. Close voids by learning why there is an emptiness. The best way to fill a mental whole is to fill it with reason. Be reasonible, there is no reason not to be. redundant.

But learn to enjoy life, familiarise yourself with the feeling of accomplishment. Create your journey, any destination is your choice. Make your pitstops, life is your race only, and time is what you make it. I rather die trying to get there, then have died and never started.

Til then.