Life is a rowdy train charging into the horizon towards unknown destiny. I’m an awe-struck freight. Passions jostling in me, I thrill as I wonder who’s engineering this juggernaut, to what futures. I’ve spent fitful fistfulls of time, drifting in and out of awareness for a few past hours overlaid and muffled with the cool, dark velvet of night that had flooded in from without. I look out of the window and see that the world outside is unmapped country, blurring past me and lightening gradually. I breathe in deeply the chill morning air that is glad and rousting about afresh in my bay.
In an hour, I think I’ll hear the final cymbal clash of a risen summer sun fiercely reborn.
7 comments:
Awesome. I wish I could write like this.
Oh, fancy YOU saying that! Thanks anyway.
Profound.. But, should we really take it seriously? I mean, what ever we do, we end up dead anyways! :)
Ah well, RustyN, like they say: it's the journey that matters. Heh. Not so much as seriousness, as in exercising that sense of wonder and momentum and detachment (if psbl), and a sense of humour.
And yes, like you rightly remark.
Life's quite something, isn't it?
I guess the journey of life is so beauiful only as we dont know the destination....u dunno when to get off where...only ur instinct can say that...or perhaps a conductor!!
and thanks for visiting!!
confused as all of us are, we keep questioning the unknown......
very well put!
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