When you know you’ve come too far, so far that you are afraid to even look behind, for the fear of finding your shadows having grown taller than you wanted them to be. And yet, when you look at the horizon, you still find that you are again searching for those signals from the heavens, as your North Star is obscured behind some distorted rainbow...
You are almost at the shore, one more step and perhaps the waves will appear threatening, rather than welcoming. And as you were running, it always felt that the distances were gradually reducing, but what has changed in all this while is Change itself. Still at the crossroads, and once again perplexed about where it all will end up. Moments when you feel that even if you could go back, and change those years, you would perhaps still be standing here, wary of the things you missed out upon, and sorry for what you did...
I remember somebody mentioning this strangeness of life – as soon as you think you’ve sorted it all out, it fools you again...
Someday I will ask Life all these questions, and hope it answers me then. Till then, perhaps I have to live with the understanding that being tricked by it is all part of the game?
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