Everybody has days. Days when the soul feels restless; and the mind is miles away from the physical body. You know, those days when you feel the most like you’re supposed to be somewhere else doing something else rather than the here and now you possess. To me it’s not particularly a sort of discontentment, or hating whatever I have at the present. Actually it feels more to me like a sensation of seeking. I call these my “Mellow Days”, which is ironic considering these are the moments when my mind seems to wander off in some faraway place very busily. I can hardly sit still.
