Shower Thoughts

Scrub, scrub, scrub all you want. Use all the fancy shower gels, creams and lotions. No matter how hard you scrub, its a shame how only the exterior will be cleansed and polished, and not your soul.  Exfoliate your dry, flaky skin with a sugar scrub. You'll be surprised by how soft it leaves your skin. You'll only wish you had a scrub that could scrub away your self deprecating thoughts, leaving it with the same softness. The softness you'd wish you had towards yourself. 

I pray, shower and clean. I wonder how much cleaning on the outside will ever make up for the dirt inside. In the evenings, I usually like to light a scented candle and savour the bewitching redolence of the lavender oil. Lavender is supposed to signify purity and calmness. Purity. The word seems to have lost all meaning for me. Am I still pure, as long as I bathe, pray and clean regardless of how many people I have hurt, stolen someone's right or demeaned them beyond imagination. 

Don't forget to moisturize after exfoliation. Think of it as a protective layer for your skin. If only you had put the same time and effort in creating a protective layer for your mind, you would be much happier. You see your skin getting dry and hurriedly apply lotion to rid the dryness. But what about the unpleasant things going on in your mind? We tend to not give significance to things we can't see. It seems we forget, that they are fully present with us. Its useless. All this cleaning up. Come back to me, once you finally clean the part of you which has the real dirt.


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