Things Only Change
Nothing ever ends, things only change. A bend in the road is certainly not the end of the end of the road, unless you fail to take a turn. What appears to be the end is merely a bend in the road. The road is so busy that traversed all round the year, quite a heavy traffic finds its way over the road. The road is trampled ruthlessly day and night.
I go to sleep every night, and every night a fresh dream embraces me. Each dream has a different story to tell. I met her in such a dream. She was not very good looking, she wasn’t good looking at all. Sometimes I wonder how she found her way into my dreams. I wonder what attracted me to her. This was a part of my destiny, en route the road that leads to the present.
The road that brought me to the present shall usher a lot of changes into my dull and serene life. I rejoice at the thought that the guided tour from January to December 2009 is going to turn the wheels of my destiny in a ruthless manner. This could be a time when my fate takes a novel turn every single day of the year. Something exciting would replace the morbid and dry life that I’ve been leading, I hope.
I hope that the series of changes initiated into my life do bring some amount of cheer into my life. The journey of my life seems to be punctuated by prolonged periods of darkness. The night seems to be longer than eternity, but dawn is surely round the corner, changes are slowly but surely settling into my life.
The changes are sure to break the eloquent silence of the night. The tranquility of the night shall surely be broken, my perception of the bend in the road is all that matters.
A bend in the road is certainly not the end of the road unless I fail to take a turn, I remind myself. The bend certainly does not denote the end of my dreams. Rather, this could be the beginning of yet another dream, even more pleasing and heart-warming. A new and fresh dream takes form every night I go to sleep.
The last time that I went to sleep, my dreams brought me before such changes equations of life that I began to wonder at the bends that life presents before us. Life is such an intricate maze of twists, turns and bends that I began to feel the importance of her presence in my life. She walked into my life in such a subtle manner that I wasn’t even aware of her presence in my life for quite some time. Her presence changed several things in my life. I began to love life, everything around me became beautiful, the world was formed yesterday, I was born the very day, things were fresh and new. Her exit from my life has made me lose interest in life. Love seems to be the only entity that can reignite the embers of life, only love can rejuvenate my life. Being in love has been such a beautiful experience that I wish I could fall in love again.
I badly want to fall in love again, I want to sleep again, I want to dream again, I want to forget all about her. The experience has been quite exciting; the infatuation has been quite strong, I’m grateful to Allah for the chance that He gave me at an age when life enters a sedentary stage. All said and done, I’m considerably happy that life brought me before another infatuation, but I seem to have lost interest in life now that it is all over. The beads of the rosary are now scattered. It would be some time before things resume normalcy. She has certainly left a void in my life.
Life has not ended yet, life has just begun. This was merely another bend in the road, and not the end of the road. This was merely a halt in the long journey of life — many more stations are yet to come: nothing ever ends, things only change.
