Ever felt like you never wanted to eat, but you had to.
You never wanted to breathe, but you had to.
You never wanted your heart to beat, but it had to.
You never wanted to love, but you had to.
You wanted the pain, but it never came.
What do you call this? A twisted joke of life or the echo of an aching heart?
My heart aches not in pain, but in joy. A sweet pain that seeps through my veins, transforming my mind, body and soul into a hysteric frenzy. I somehow feel the time is arriving. My purpose is getting done. That is why the pain is getting sweeter and I feel much at ease now. Many may call me mad or a soul full of life, but I know that I am different and my difference is what makes me for real. A reality that bloomed in times that I would rather have not lived, but would rather have, in times when great poets walked this earth, great artists painted the world’s stories, great musicians saw the passion of life and many a great men and women saw life unlike others.
Yet, I live now. With a purpose. With a meaning. With a path, which I tread every day. I could walk on forever and ever. Come walk along with me. Hold my hands and you will see and feel life unlike any, with a promise of friendship, compassion and unwavering commitment to the school of trust. The trust that I live by. Walk along. May the cobbled pathways or the tarred roads lead us to a deeper meaning of life, love and us.
