Fighting through the tides to reach the destination I know
not. The sea seems to be relentless. The compass directs nowhere, is it the
right way? Confusion never stops; I stopped, looked back, oh! I have come a
long way, the way I never choose to discover.
Do I go back, but where do I go? I grinned, to see no trace
of land. The waves ruthlessly curved my way, but I am alive, alive just to
witness more of it. The struggle seems worth.
The sense of dying along with the urge to survive sparks up
life process. We grow, procreate and become obsolete; we lose at the end, but
who gives up. Someone wise once said that—“Something that doesn’t kill you make
you stronger”.
The stronger we are, the immortal we get, and the only way
to get stronger is to put oneself to the unfavorable condition. We try and
create favorable atmosphere and then sing the glory of immortality—that’s
convenience.
Star shines bright when burnt within, only to realize
it’s
immortal at the end and merges into the space where everything exists with no
dimension of time and space, and that’s where you lie.