My Last Night
The hullabaloo experienced prior to any journey has materialised in my home today. A picture of chaos it truly is: clothes strewn around desperately attempting to make their way into an overflooded suitcase; a laptop being fed with all the necessary files; KFC buckets filled with paper plates and plastics waiting to be chucked into the garbage bag; plastic covers and pieces of rope spread across the floor, to cover boxes in what can truly be referred to as 'Indian Packing'.
And I, a lonesome figure, try to grasp a smidgen of sanity.
The wee hours of the night crawl by and my attempt to find some inner calm feels so futile. One of the best ways out is to find that friend who you can chatter on endlessly with, allow him to drive you to some corner of city you never knew existed, and just sit. Just sit. And watch the city lights. And the occasional car pass by. Talk about the good times in the past, and the times ahead. Listen to the radio. And just allow yourself to be washed over by the calmness of the dead night outside. And you feel yourself relax.
I came home late at night feeling this extraordinary sense of gratitude. Perhaps it is directed at the Being seated in the Clouds of Heaven. Or perhaps at the people in my life.
I am grateful for the life I have had till this day - for the good and the bad. I am grateful for every single person in my life. But most of all, my gratitude lies for the times ahead. Once percieved as the bane of my future, it is now that opportune door.
My mind sometimes attempts to pull me back to 'reality': Are you just trying to see the silver lining?
My heart begs to differ: There's not a dark cloud in the sky.
And I, a lonesome figure, try to grasp a smidgen of sanity.
The wee hours of the night crawl by and my attempt to find some inner calm feels so futile. One of the best ways out is to find that friend who you can chatter on endlessly with, allow him to drive you to some corner of city you never knew existed, and just sit. Just sit. And watch the city lights. And the occasional car pass by. Talk about the good times in the past, and the times ahead. Listen to the radio. And just allow yourself to be washed over by the calmness of the dead night outside. And you feel yourself relax.
I came home late at night feeling this extraordinary sense of gratitude. Perhaps it is directed at the Being seated in the Clouds of Heaven. Or perhaps at the people in my life.
I am grateful for the life I have had till this day - for the good and the bad. I am grateful for every single person in my life. But most of all, my gratitude lies for the times ahead. Once percieved as the bane of my future, it is now that opportune door.
My mind sometimes attempts to pull me back to 'reality': Are you just trying to see the silver lining?
My heart begs to differ: There's not a dark cloud in the sky.
posted by Melanie at 2:11 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home