How difficult could it be to embrace 07 minutes of stillness on a Sunday morning? Fearfully difficult. 07 minutes of thoughts cascading into my head, beating against my skull. 07 minutes of my eyes fluttering in vain, anxiously waiting to be unsealed. 07 minutes of listening to the sounds of nature woven into humanly sounds. 07 minutes of unfocused breathing, guided in conformity with the screeches of my ceiling fan. Maybe, just maybe, I should stick to exploring the world with my eyes open and brain clamoring. Maybe, it’s easier to live that way, unsheltered and oblivious. Read my previous Daily Poems here: And get ready to dive into the…