With its twists and turns, its debacles and surprises…
its bestowments and curses and its blessings and joys,
life can be one big ball of energy, bursting with promise yet unequivocally boisterous and volatile.
Life can give you love and easily turn it into hate, it can give you tears and easily turn those into giggles.
Every second of every day, millions are borne into sorrow and yet other millions into stupendous joy,
one relationship kicks off and another culminates into a somewhat natural death…
yet all in a days work, its still disheartening yet brimming with hope.
While some of us seem to effortlessly fall into the sway of love and emotion, others seem to wade the torrentious currents of harsh reality for what seems like forever,
looking, searching and dying to find that true meaning of life.
Some people wait a lifetime for moments like these, moments that seem stolen from the cruelties of life,
moments that seem starkly distinct from the raw tenacity that is the man-eat-man society we all seem to reside in, or survive in…
moments that define who we are and where we have come from and moments in which we retreat into the tender yet loving arms of the ones we love.
But what if all this is but as fleeting as falling leaves in Autumn wind? What if your loved ones have abandoned you and there is nobody around to lift you up when you are down…
to listen to your heartbeat while you sleep…to kiss your tender lips when you yearn for solace…then what?
Its hope that keeps the human race on its rail track of eventualities,
the belief in a better tomorrow and the eradication of the terrible memories of the past.
We may end up waiting a lifetime to find true happiness and contentment,
but once it is found, it will have been worth the long sojourn into the wilderness of meaning.