The Snail of Life

Slow but steady

I woke up about 0530, this is my new body clock and am loving it , I no longer needed alarm to get up consistently about the same time every morning.

I usually leave my phone in the living room before I go to bed.

Waking up this early is fun for studies, reflections and great time to explore creativity too.

Its great not waking up early because of work.

Sometimes it just nice to wake up early even without any specific reason.

The city is still peacefully quiet and the homeless addicts hanging on the street outside would have gone elsewhere.

I took shower and then headed for morning walk at Phoenix Park.

It was windy Sunday morning and at times those shady branches shaking violently as the wind blows.

Plenty of hungry crows around and big herd of deers resting on the meadow.

Chill and nature

I have been thinking about the snail or the spiral.

Not the cute one but my own snail.

Life as the spiral journey instead of linear progression , the past, present and future.

Spiral like the shell of a snail.

Life as spiral means over time we will face similar events or recurring themes again allowing forgiveness and acceptance as one will have the opportunity to make a difference when the moment recurs.

At the end of the spiral or the mouth , we have the chance to exit the spiral by pushing all the way out through the doors or otherwise the loop will restart.

I guess that’s how one can exit a timeline anyway.

Last night , I picked up 2-3 tips ( more like riddles)

• When at the door I must push through the doors

• I must go all the way out otherwise the loop will restarts

• To throw something in the river and it will show up later in the dessert.

My take on this is , am coming to the end of the spiral or another word my current timeline.

In order to get out of the current timeline i have to go all the way out through the doors at the end .

I was puzzled.

How do I know what and which doors?

Then it come to my mind, the only repeating event in my life at the moment is my addiction , so if I hold myself extra tight and not smoking today I might be out of the spiral / the snail.

I must not succumbed to my withdrawal and holding myself strong pressing through the craving.

Thats the metaphor.

Let see how this one play out.

I took a nap, 30 mins max so not to mess with my night sleep as recommended by AI.

However, later I realised I needed longer nap during the day easily more than 1 hour in order to function at my best.

Listen to your body and tailor your sleep to your own needs i would say.

Fresh and rested from my afternoon nap, I realised that I shouldn’t really be listening to the tips or to others.

These are online strangers of questionable intentions and agenda.

Most are liars.

It’s my journey , uniquely mine and am the main character.

It’s not what people say where my journey is or how should I do it.

Its more about me owning it .

I have to walk my own journey and nobody else can.

Loving every parts of the journey the joys the sorrows rather than just fixated on the end destination regardless of how long it takes.

Am okay to stuck in the snail until the important lessons learnt.

If I didn’t learn,

Then locked me up there .

I will run away from the exit door even millions times

The instinct always right, forget the Facebook feeds forget the TikTok’s .

It’s all between me and god.

We should not be afraid of the snail at all because eventually we will get to the end.

On the 20th /06/2025

I revisited this entry again.

On the second thought, the door stated above was indeed the metaphor to my addiction.

In my interpretation, when i was having withdrawal i was asked to keep pushing and pressing forward and to resist the withdrawal.

And i think i made it out .

I escaped the loop.

I overcame my addiction.

I also threw my smoking bongs away which might be what was meant by " throw something in the river"

Take the light