Sometimes articulation is a burden.... Something which you have to do, but you cannot do full justice to. I am trying in vain. The feeling is an incredible heaviness to my life. It is not a cliched 'meaning of life', but something that transcends Meaning and Destiny. I have always found my path laden with thorns and suddenly those thorns are not painful. Maybe it is the view of the path which I didnt care to see till now. Maybe the view just got better. Maybe it is the beauty of the pain.A strange enigmatic comfort derived from the agonizing ordeals you are subjected to. Suddenly the journey has become more beautiful than the hope of destination. Yes I know that all the good things has an end attached to it, but so do I know there is nothing as foolish as the word predestined. I am inspired to act more than ever before. I am inspired to change opinions and prejudices. I am inspired to make myself better. I am inspired to laugh and cry for the real things in life. This for You. For your graciousness. For your endurance with the eternal pain called Me. For suffering my whims and still making me smile. No matter how short this phase is, this is The Spring.
Someone to whom you would dedicate a whole chapter in the story of your life....
For them you wont even be a sentence.....
The ones you blissfully forget..
For them you would be the story
But what I am thinking is about the story....
Will I have one???
Or will it be just another column in the inner pages of a newspaper....