the rise and fall happens on a daily basis, coming to know the ground a little bit more closely.
it is not a sprint, it is not a race ... it is walking on, come what may. my breath catches in my throat, and the rise and fall of my chest is in a rhythm that only i can hear. and which i know best, throbbing and pulsing, full of life blood and oxygen flowing through my veins...
i keep on learning, i keep on moving. and sometimes it's a little harder to do so. there are days when i know that no matter what, all i need to do is to keep on moving, even if it's only a small step... and then there are days when i know that i have covered entire continents in my mind and soul, where the metaphysical world has its own laws.
is there a destination? i wonder. ever so often it turns out to be yet another mile post, a marker of an achievement, something understood, something that has either become part of me, or i have put aside. and i keep my eyes on the journey, the way ahead is long, i've only really begun though it seems i have been walking for some time yet.
sometimes it's a bit lonely.
and sometimes, when i feel the wind wrap itself around my shoulders and my hair blows about, a tousled mess...when the sun is warm, and the sky a mild and gentle blue...then i realise i am alone. but never really lonely. and i smile back at the sky, continuing on my way.
it's nice to be alive.
3 comments:
I suppose we all get impatient about reaching the destination sometimes--a sort of cosmic 'Are we there yet?' But the journey itself is an experience on its own.
And it is nice to be alive. I need to appreciate it more, and not want too much. There's a measure of truth to 'Desire breeds suffering'.
lepak la... no woman no cry. muahahahaha
I suppose you've captured the moments of one's journey. Perhaps, there isn't exactly a destination. But, I personally believe there are checkpoints here and there. Well written.
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