6. Flying Into The Ocean

There you were, standing on the edge of a cliff, with oceans and oceans as far as you can see. You feel free, you feel your heart racing because you have something to loose - something that is yours and yours alone. You can hear the waves hit the rocks beneath and see the birds soaring into the wide blue sky, hoping to fly into this ocean one last time; and yet you are afraid - you fear losing control of something that is yours and yours alone.

The deciding moment between giving up and taking the reins again is of such a moment which hones your personality. But how long could we last? All these heckle of perceptions towards a better tomorrow, a more soothing life as they say, amidst this anarchical agenda! How long before something or someone take the reins away from us? How long before we respire only in the Dark Sunshine, only this time, eternally?

From learning to take a decision to finding out the way to maturity, perceptions can be deceptive; but so could be reality. When you are standing on the edge of the cliff listening to the oceans roar, you'll soon realize that to find out the right decision you'd have to take the wrong ones first. That's how you progress - cancelling out the impossibilities, the mistakes, just to find the right answer. But when we talk about progress, should we consider the consequences of the wrong decisions? That's a story to be told later. 

Fear is as abrupt as it is volatile. For many it could surface in a situation as simple as falling in love again. When you have already been in pseudo-reality of a perception called love, it is initially hard to drench your senses again into the same bubble; that too, willingly.

Finally, it was the time for you to take a deep breath and close your eyes to take your leap into the ocean. It was the only way for you to know whether you will drown or swim through; all that was left for you to do was flying into that ocean and leaving the rest up to your fortuity. After all, the only steps we fear to take are the ones whose outcomes are predetermined by our minds. There are phases in one's life that they can relate to. When you finally feel those crippling emotions again, you start cringing. It was finally adrift; you were feeling again. Not that you needed to; but it was all not in your control. For once, you were feeling something that were yours and yours alone. 


Here's to unfolding life,
One blindfold at a time!