As the season change and the winds go stronger, I see the sand slipping away. The beach is vast and it's mine for as far as I can see. Yet, the winds of change have surprised me. They blow away the sand to a far distant land....a land beyond mine and it feels like there is nothing I can do to hold back the sand.
Everyday when I take a walk at the beach, I see some part of it fading away...far away from me. How am I dealing with it? Well I don't know.
I guess, with every walk, I add in a prayer that what's mine, stays mine. I also ponder, does it want to stay mine or has no qualms walking away to a distant, greener land. At times, I fight to withold what's slipping away but it does not seem to have an effect that I am hoping for.
I don't know how things would pan out finally, but for now I think I'm trying my best - to fight or to accept, maybe running away or let it run over me.
It seems it is just the right time to take a break away from the chaos...may be more of running away from it or assimiliating what's happening.
So very soon am embarking on this wanderlust. A sort of getaway from reality. And the days of wanderlust would also feature here. Hoping for all of this to settle down itself and in a way that I don't see my beach fading away...or the sand slipping away...
Amen....
I don't know how things would pan out finally, but for now I think I'm trying my best - to fight or to accept, maybe running away or let it run over me.
It seems it is just the right time to take a break away from the chaos...may be more of running away from it or assimiliating what's happening.
So very soon am embarking on this wanderlust. A sort of getaway from reality. And the days of wanderlust would also feature here. Hoping for all of this to settle down itself and in a way that I don't see my beach fading away...or the sand slipping away...
Amen....
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