Most of the stories of my life are less momentous but when my heart experienced that thing they called love, everything have changed.
My parents once told us that life is like a lake on a cloudless moonlit night. The calmness of the lake replicates the images that will come into its spectrum, like having a special power to imitate life above its tranquil water. It becomes a gigantic mirror, allowing you to witness the unfolding of yourself right before your very eyes.
Mother had reminded us that someday, the way we live our life will be the “lake on moonlit night” and when that time comes, we shall see our life unfolds right before our very eyes. Seriously, until now, I am still unable to understand what she meant by that or how I will see my life in the lake. So I would leave it like that.
My memories about growing as a child would always nudge my lips to smile. I can’t help but beam every time these memories unexpectedly descend into my disturbed mind, it usually transport me into a flight of serenity.
Most of the stories of my life are less momentous but when my heart experienced that thing they called love, everything have changed. It brought me here, succumb with hope and desperation. So when Anais Nin commented in her diaries that, “Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.” I can relate to it completely.
I must say that I am left with baffled soul, not knowing what state or if I have elected a state where I wanted to remain. My mind tells me that I want to move on, to see life again and be able to live the life I ever wanted. What I have become seems devoid of meaning, only because of the one I loved.
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