Wednesday, February 20, 2013

The End of the Beginning

There comes a time, always. It must, lest you fail to survive. It comes quietly, suddenly. You walk ahead; half-expecting each step to be the last before you stop; regroup with your thoughts, hopes and ambitions; rest; and a new day has come.

Realisation that life is passing by has been the most important. All those inspirational thoughts, life goes by reading those too. It's all a facade. Time. The concept creates a whole new set of emotions to go with your already back-breaking burden. Forget about time. Do what you must. Do what makes you happy. Then, when you least expect it, when the last candle of hope is about to burn away into a shapeless pile of hardening heat; there's that knock. A knock so clear you know there's a package for you; what you signed up for ages ago when you thought you had found yourself. Those thoughts fade too, of course; and with them your belief starts to die. It doesn't ever really go away. It's a cool down. Like when you die in a video game only to respawn a few seconds later. But it's always there. It doesn't go anywhere. And then you realise what that feeling was; being saved; ending a new beginning before it began to change you.

This is what you were meant to do. At least, it's all you can do with what you have. Now to create some more of me and pile it on. Oh yes!