I found myself looking out the window at the sky today. Out of the blue, I began to miss my mother. Although she is gone, I will always remember her. I was gazing up at the heavens. It seemed like rain was coming soon. I retraced my thoughts to when I was about fifteen years old. I enjoy the weather with a cool breeze and little rain. The weather was just like this. I was attending my tuition. I paused by saying to my tuition instructor, "May I go to the washroom?" I made excuses, but it was worthwhile. I returned home and was hydrated. After that, I went to my hidden spot, where I could relax in my favorite kind of weather. The Park. There were just a few folks because the park was being built. I perched beneath a large mango tree. There was a little rain, the sun was setting, and the wind was chilly. I was being doused in soft sunbeams. The trees' leaves were fluttering. In addition, there were a few tiny drops of rain falling. I experienced the breeze. I was so preoccupied with my thoughts that I got lost there. The heavens seemed to be speaking to me. The sky was beautiful because of its blue and white combination. The sky seemed to be looking back at me. I pondered at the time how the splendor of the outdoors affects us internally. It was the most wonderful moment. I forgot that I have to return to my tuition. When I got back home, my mother was holding a cup of tea at the door. She was having fun in the sunshine, too. I returned to my lessons. I believed the instructor would reprimand me. However, she remained silent. She reviewed my work and disembarked.

We were all free of worry during that time. When solving math problems was the only challenge in life, life was wonderful. Throwing a stone into the water made us glad.

Do you recall how joyful we were as children?

A silly game, a sunny day, or a toy were all it took.

We valued neither wealth nor social standing.

We simply felt free, played, and laughed.

That happiness was genuine. So simple, yet so comprehensive.

Playing all day and darting about the streets. Those days were the best.

I don’t know whether it was the weather, the location, the sky, or the time. I never experienced that again. The sky doesn't look the same to me now. I was no longer delighted by blooming flowers. I remained quiet, but there was a lot of conflict within me. I constantly seek to rediscover that tranquility and space. I was contemplating my ideas while gazing at the clouds. I had a lot of disorganized thoughts. I was in complete chaos, not knowing what steps to take. I'm having trouble pinpointing my feelings. Even when people are around me, I experience loneliness. I'm perplexed. I'm at a loss for words. My life appears to be trapped in a repetitive cycle. I get the impression that life isn't progressing. Everything seems off. It seemed like the only thing I could do at that time was give up everything and run away.

I used to believe that nature had a direct effect on people. However, when I see nature, I don't feel its effect anymore. When it's alone, outer beauty no longer affects it. All joy and sorrow originate within.

However, I stumbled upon a literary piece one day. BARAH MAHA, or Twelve Months, is the title of the piece. Guru Nanak Dev Ji wrote this book. Guru Nanak demonstrated the soul's life journey using the twelve months. This study examines the difficulties and epiphanies of the soul, as well as the final aim of uniting with the Divine. In his work, nature is used as a foundation to convey spiritual truths. He explains in these lessons that the inner conditions of the soul are represented by the blossoming of spring flowers, the monsoon rains, and the sweltering summer heat. This piece explains the seasons and months. The soul is looking for a way to connect with its divine lover and find inner calm. If you are no longer with your partner, the flowering plants also appear to be useless. This means that external materials do not feel pleasant if the spirit is not with God, even if you have them. The soul will stay discontent. And we can never seem to discover that peace. It concerns how the twelve seasons affect the human spirit.

The divine is also taught to us by the Veda. "O seeker, understand the true nature of your soul, and identify yourself with it entirely." "O Lord, may we attain the everlasting consciousness of Supreme Light and Joy." "May we resolve to dedicate our lives to the service of humankind and uplift them to Divinity" – Yajur Veda.

"The temple of God is the human body. The true light is found by someone who ignites the flame of awareness inside. The light of your inner shrine's holy flame is always shining. The realization of human endeavors is the experience of oneness. "The mysteries of life are revealed." – Rig Veda.

However, we are still unhappy with what we possess. We constantly desire more. And these desires bring us further away from our true purpose, which is to encounter the divine. The divine is within us, even if we constantly look outside for inner peace. Although we believe that a larger home, a better career, or a new vehicle will bring us joy, this emotion is only temporary.

Somewhere deep down, we are aware that something is lacking, but we are unable to identify it.

We keep ourselves busy, hoping the noise will drown out the emptiness.

But when we're alone with our thoughts, the truth quietly speaks to us.

Peace doesn’t come from having everything—it comes from being connected to something greater than ourselves.

After reading this beautiful composition. My soul doesn't seem distressed. Yes, I am still searching for that peace again, but in a new way. I am searching for the same weather where I can feel that air again, but in a new way. We never know when and where we get inspiration. I hope one day everyone finds that peace and fulfilment. It will take time. But one day we will find that happiness and inner peace.

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