Maybe the mistakes she makes she is bound to make them all over again. She looks around and searches frantically finding that vacuum that she was once scared of. She runs and she fears it will eat her one day. She threatens to give up and take the plunge off the cliff into that deep blue endless pool of crystal water that looked so beautiful but had nothing to offer. Then like pearls strung together to make a necklace for a voice, she hears a call. The voice would make her strong and inspire her to believe some day; it asks her to sit down and assures her she is not moving the train is. Just watch from the glass and you will feel the voice says. Feel the beauty in a little child’s giggle, in raindrops and yellow skies and the warmth of a loving hand. They walk through the door watching time pass by from a moving train. Eyes watch them suspecting a breakdown or a fall at each step but they just breathe and walk on. The train of life speeds away through the hills and seas. The sound louder than ever now. The voice whispered you cannot jump off the train the feeling glued her onto the seat.The rains might bring in something special. Music and melody might combine after all to form that one perfect song.
Take time off to feel life enter you.. just inhale.. breathe!
2 comments:
i relate to the insecurity... im yet to hear the call...
Wow! Gr8 post man! :)
Running away from Life is nt to live Life. Bein secure in Life is also nt d way 2 live it, I feel. Rather Life's beauty lies in d insecurities, the challenges, the risks and the dillemmas.....they make Life worth living. The touch of a small child's palm, the feel of raindrops on the skin, the brushing of cool air on top of a hill- make Life equally beautiful. Senses and feelings combine 2 make us experience d Sublime. It's sad hw ppl ever think of suicides & stuff. Life is d greatest Gift of God. We struggle to realise this, but sooner or later, we do realise it.:)
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