Today is another blue-sky day and yet another day more towards winter. The leaves have changed their monotone colors and have started evolving into a fire dance. Gone are the days where the wind brings in a symphony of humdrum songs from the ice cream truck and giggles of innocent children in the street. The parks have called it a rest and succumbed to the silence of the beaches and woods till spring comes in their midst. Oh the fall indeed ushered the great winter and such passage is a perpetual mystery.
Everyone around me is silent and the leaves seem to be sleeping. Where are the deer that pay visit at my backyard and brave the evil plans of humanity? The trains are still in a far away land and their sounds will yet wake me up in my slumber or will they be delayed? I am aware that what I perceived as happening is not true. The world is moving on, without any thought of a destination. Everyone I guess is living, with a purpose on their cups. They have beliefs of immortality, thus they creep into whatever crevices they find themselves jovial. No thoughts of consequences, or what ripples it can cause in the river of life. No guilt to answer to or shadows to fear for. Their road continues without end . Free yet bounded by self and the vulnerability of being alone in a wide and stark desert.
I envy them not though I am one of them. I desire for the life of those who are immovable when death calls them in . They live their life the same as before whether misery ushers them in its hall of tears. They have found adventures in the mundane of life and only them have embraced the exquisite beauty of poverty . Nothing can shake their footstool . Each of their moment is a chance for weaving their tapestry of eternal life. Why can’t I not one of them?