The sound of tranquility overwhelms the grief that had cast its aroma has now gone with deemed voice of joy. The sounds of the prophets and those of the saints rhymes spreading ephemeral notes of seductive words. Should I stay perplexed in awe or look for a solution? I stay disillusioned because I still fail to know what to do next for I fear the only chance that might change the course of the sea; leaving me stranded amidst the vast water body. Should I profess my illusionary existence or search my own identity?
The air of disillusionment fills my surrounding. I stay startled nights and days looking for a solution, yet fearing the only chance that could stir the sea direction and make me wander at an aimless direction. Would the existence come as an illusion? Would it end like the subtle wind that goes unnoticed apart from the wind itself?
The answer finally comes to me as one early morning sun rose behind the mountains and shone upon my face. The early radiant light communicates to me…what’s gone is gone, and what awaits in the future…let it wait…let it come. Important is the present. So I strive to be who I am and live the present. And if my present existence bids farewell to my illusionary existence, so be it. After all, no man can be contemptible and live forever.
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