THE LIFE STORY OF TWO FLAMES..
As I come into the world i notice that evErything is so bright
but the horizon is so dark..
day after day i am scared..
I can see the length of my life below me. I know when it’ll end.
Half of it is over already.
Sometimes a breeze sends me into a frenzy and I can feel the darkness closing in..
I flicker and claw my way back to life and watch in dread as the darkness retreats. Grudgingly, mockingly and with a promise of the limitless patience of a hunter.
Every second i am afraid.
Of fate’s indifference to myself.
I dont even have the luxury of being afraid of the storm. When I know that a mild breeze can snuff me out.
I look down and I can see the ugliness of my past randomly strewn.
I am so close to it. Where my future merges with my past; and the circle is complete.
I am growing week.
I try and fight against my fear by being more afraid then ever.
But i can see the leer of the darkness. Gathering itself. Satisfied and waiting patiently.
The last seconds.
With a big anguished cry I flicker and watch in horror as the darness that waited forever on the edges of the horizon rushes forward and devours me.
As I come into the world i notice that evrything is so bright
but the horizon is so dark..
What is that blackness I wonder.
I wanna touch it. I wanna feel it. But the more I try the more it goes away.
Its been a while. But still it evades me. Enveloping the island of my life but spirting away like a playful animal.
Just then a breeze comes and whiffs me around and I feel a sudden rush of exhileration as i see the darkness reaching towards me. I can finally see it clearly and touch it. But I go weak. I fight back to life. Dont’ go. Oh please dont go.
What is this irony of life.
But my life is almost over. I am so close to it. Where my future merges with my past. and the circle is complete. I can see below the sweat of my past pooling around me. The legacy of my effort.
And finally its clear. Finally i know that to achieve the goal of my life, my life will have to end. That the thing that i spent my entire life yearning for, will greet me with the gift of shroud.
And I wait. Its almost over. And as the last bit goes by I light up more than I have ever done, with exhilerating excited aniticpation. I see, what I know now was my destiny, rushing towards me like a lover and we embrace.
And that ladies and gentleman is what we call the power of PERSPECTIVE.
(Fear, sadness, happiness and hope are all just a state of mind guided by the power of PERSPECTIVE)
