The Journey Beholdeth You, my Dear Men!

...And yes Fellowmen - Life, opens up endless possibilities. And impossibilities.

Both change stance, maybe in quick succession of the other, or in surviving each other through the turbulent progression of Eternity, at times being held hostage to the other - meddling in and sifting through sands of Time, Fate and Providence. And Man, caught in a quagmire of self-belief and imposed-beliefs of little or no consequence, takes forever to understand that Death is but the Only Truth in life, and the rest is but a mere journey towards that stillness called 'the end'. We begin this journey the moment we are born.


And until Death Man keeps growing up - subsisting on a day, each day, one day at a time - and over a period of time acccumulating all the loose change which he would one day like to call his savings - his experience in life. Yes Fellowmen, you find new days in your life you would like to remember till your last breath, others that you would simply like to believe they never existed . A day would come which would have you believe, that the person who was supposed to be by your side forever, has belied her promise of togetherness unto Death. She isn't there with you anymore. She broke your heart, and its nooks and corners are bleeding now. But then she would be just like you, in your shoes - not today, maybe tomorrow. Or the day after. For now, you would think her going away has brought your world to an abrupt standstill.

Yes, it has. Momentarily.
But then life has lungs that breathe, and a heart that pumps blood. It will go on.
It goes on.
Once again.

You will break hearts and think you did the rightest thing, and each time a heart would bleed - like yours did. You would blame old lovers to grab attention of a new one. You will meet your old lovers and stand in silence. Because you are with someone else now. Lips don't lie because they listen to your heart. You would lose friends and friendships. You would stop talking to them.

For a few days. Or forever.

Years later, you would be at the beach, waves attempting to kiss your sand-laden naked feet with their frothy and frolicking tentacles, even as the crimson hue of a descending twilight will try to negotiate with the encumbering night. And then you would cry over what you did years back - a time lost forever. Cry, because you won't get the time back howsomuch ever you try. Cry - since one of your best friends in high-school twenty-five years back has been laid to rest by a cardiac arrest recently. Another one has had cancer and his days are just a few. And yet another one who has settled abroad, never to return. Cry, because memories have become memories too fast.

Time flies.

But, the melancholy endures,and a little rain on the beach now ensures your tears isn't something you can feel anymore. Tears and water are close cousins. But still you cry. Cry, because time is running too fast, and you know not a way to keep it under check. Cry, because even crying can't get you back what you have already lost. You would lose again, yet again someone you love.

You would think, in your idle moments, you should have taken that day in November that snap with her which you missed; or you should have given her that day's lift back to her home which never happened; or that you should have got her the red roses for her birthday even if it meant you going twice the distance to get the rose. When you realise this, and all that you missed, it would be just another day in your life, but now you would be old.

You would now know you have lost your youth. Your body no more does the same things for you it used to do years back. You would now like to be in the company of old friends who knew you when you were young. You would keep hoping and waiting for someone from those times to baby-walk you to those old days.

And wander there.

But they won't be around and you would miss them all. Tears would masquerade as rain-drops and supply the nascent touch to the parchment of your feet, but only you know it's too late now.

That was a time, this is another time!
The dates might have remained the same, but the year has changed.

A new day has emerged - a day that has nothing, except memories. Memories that have already started fading. Memories that are in the heart - like a treasure, and safe.

Memories - that are fading on their path to another such day years later when you would stake your mortal claims to Death. You were afraid life will end one day right from the age you were born. In doing so, you didn't realise you have faced death each day in your life. Not even a single day you have lived!

Fear not Death my fellowmen because it is but the Only sure thing. When you die, you gain death - something that was anyways decided to happen the day you were born. And when you are so sure to gain your death, you are left with very little else to lose in life.

My dear Fellowmen - just, and just enjoy life! :-)