Standing by the Cliff

Life can be so boring when you don’t have any ambition to work on. No goals to beat, nothing to look forward to when you wake up in the morning. Why do this? Why do that? What’s the point? The moment you reach this stage it can only mean one thing. You are in serious trouble. Being confused from time to time is alright but not all the time. The ups and downs are part of life they say, but what if your stay in the Down Town extends and becomes an wanted vacation?

What do you do then? Slap yourself real hard! Or bang your head against the thickest wall you can find!

It doesn’t matter how you got here, what matters is, how are you going to get out.

This nudging thought inside my mind, a tiny skeptical voice matching every beat of my heart, urging me to see beyond the visible. Beyond all the hardship and sad moments, the emptiness of the abundant hours and foggy future.

As I stopped to acknowledge all this a tiny voice grew louder and louder bursting into a beautiful sonorous music. Stepping back, I took a long look at my life. The way one looks at the sea, calculating its depth and trying to see the life beneath the surface while standing safely on a cliff surrounded by taciturnity of rocks. Just as the conclusion is about to be formed the laughing waves greet from a distance, giving a reflection of its inner beauty.

That one glimpse changes the whole perspective. That one blissful moment wraps itself around the loner, gently guiding the stranger towards the twinkling waters.

Isn’t it funny how things change, giving new face to the familiar. Leaving you with just memories of bygones, and desire to relive those moments again. If one could go back in time, if only for once...