A good portion of the last several years I spent on the wheels. Wheels of a car, of a bus, or my suitcase were the vessels of the many journeys I took. When the wheels stop turning, the journey will lose its point.
“Life sickens me, it’s so cruel and mean,” she said suddenly. We walked out of the park, and turned left to reach the riverbank. Actually, I did not know what made her speak like that. It was one of those moments when someone’s mind feels the need to share its ideas with everyone else, no matter whether it is connected to the conversation or not. But, I agreed with her.
“Yes, it gets you addicted to it, and then, at one point, it just decides you’re not worthy of it anymore,” I replied. We reached the riverbank and sat near the bushes. Watching the water, I wondered what other thoughts were flowing inside of her.
Even though I know you do not mean it, what you say hurts. Parts of you are missing with each that goes by. Still, no matter if your body might be shattered, or your mind lost, nothing can destroy the person you once were. That is the person I will remember, you need not worry about that before you leave.
Rains wash the streets day and night. By mid November, there is not a morning that does not start without a cape of fog wrapped around it. It seems like the sun has abandoned this place. After some time, rain turns into sleet. Then, one night in December, the air becomes cold enough for snowflakes to finally arrive. House rooftops slowly change their colour from red to white. The entire town is painted in shimmering glow. Even though it begins quietly, late in the evening, soon the blizzard picks up. The roads are completely covered and engines have to work harder to pull the cars through all that snow. When I look through my window, it is difficult to see anything else except waves of creamy white smudges. Continue reading
Thinking about the future makes me nervous. It is as if I have no now. The uncertainty of tomorrow is both frightening and exciting. The notion that there are so many possible paths to follow is a road to anxiety. And the lack of knowledge of which one of those paths is right and which one is wrong can lead to despair. Decisions I make turn into my past that breathes behind my neck as I step further into the misty fields of time. How can I live in the present, then? If the next second is my future, but a second later it already becomes my past, how can I have a meaningful life in that moment? It seems that I have to stretch those seconds to be able to call them present and pretend that I that they are more than just brief gaps between what was and what is going to be.
He was glad that it was going to be over soon. Joss was in his final university days, and the world was just waiting to see what he had to offer. When he was younger, he often imagined how it would feel to be an adult. He would carry his briefcase, dressed in a business suit, and he would always talk on the phone, just like his parents did. And, he would not care about anything else than his work. That is because his work would be something really important. People would admire him and respect him, and Joss would be industrious, but kind to his employers. Continue reading
They can never understand. Have you ever been different? Have you ever been a green in a room full of reds? There are those moments when you live your life and you like it, it feels right, but then you go into the world and realize that everyone else functions on another setting. Continue reading
The night goes to sleep when the day wakes up. For ages, they have been trying to meet each other. Their desire is clear from the stars shivering with excitement and the light blue sky blushing just before the sun rises. Perhaps, the time will come when the night and the day will have more than a brief touch of their plush hands. Until then, all they can do is whisper softly to each other as the cruel break of dawn separates them once more.