Staring down at my keyboard, I am
overwhelmed with the simple fact of being alive; the simple task of inhaling
and exhaling is beyond a mere habit. It has been long since I last wrapped up
my emotions in letters and allowed them into the light of day. It is not easy
to confront your deepest thoughts or give them voice; pushing them inwards is
less complicated… at least for some time.
Probably, a part of understanding
life is learning to recognize in precise detail, the features of your fears and
weaknesses; to become familiar with their face until they are no longer a
terrifying alien… but a part of who you are today. Maybe tomorrow will shed
them off, like weightless leaves on an autumn tree. Someday, the wind is bound
to gust in their direction as the trees willingly weaken their grip over
their own leaves and let them go. This is their fate, and they accept it with
grace. They will twirl effortlessly into the horizon never looking back.
Let the wind flow through you to
carry off whatever weighs you down. Let it lift your spirit and bring forth
hope. You don’t know it yet, but from a remote distance, a breeze is
heading your way.
A new season is about to unfold…
So deep, fact but always fact is unsatisfactory.
ReplyDeleteYou are a talented writer and should write a book! Please write more.
ReplyDeleteFact is surely dull and never enough.. but when you know it's your only way out...you repeat it so many times in different ways to convince yourself that it is indeed satisfactory. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Mr.Nawar. I am hoping for that insha'allah...
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