One Fine Day

There was that day, when somewhere over the rainbow sounded like a dried up song which had to be tagged along with story ‘the cow jumped over the moon’. Life has a flow and it’s never according to plan. But as the days move along, everything does fall between old dryness and it’s not a song anymore. Somewhere, somehow, the song is worth a million within oneself. It’s desired to be heard again even at a cost. I guess I wouldn’t be paid in millions for acquiring it but there is a point to be proved which at these points, through emotions, is priceless.

Funny how life itself has placed so many moments to actually be termed priceless. With every value attached to it, I’ll be the king of my own dreams. Ah dreams! They all seem so beautiful when it’s viewed. Dreams are dreams waiting to be seen…alas, it’s only a recollection of what we have already seen and turned into something meaningful. Our mind, creative, yet not always presentable, is an artist in entertaining us with the most beautiful scene ever portrayed in a movie. Only fools would want to spend their time sleeping too long for a dream at this age. We are too tired of living in a dream. It’s time to check on to what we believe is reality.

They say it’s glorious to breathe beautiful air because it gives us a strict attention of hope for living. Such poets were hanged in the medieval days because the word beautiful was witchcraft as no one ever had their eyes on air. Metaphors didn’t play a good role when it came to educating the uneducated. I realized that I have lived this life very long enough to understand that poetry or to understand metaphor, education was the life itself. Life is a bitch and has a tail which pulls you for a spin and every time you try to skip each turn, it bites you hard in the ass. We learn it the hard way and at this point, no education can push you through a hole if it’s small enough. You got to learn how to fall and stand without someone in advance pointing you out where it will hurt the most.

So you wish upon a star, believing just to have something better. Sleeping heavily and holding on to something strong in hopes. Its irrational to let this life pass on to one self and its about time you walk out of this dumb path that leads you to nowhere. It’s a beautiful life as what ace of base would sing. They did something with in their career, and with this song which eventually made their life beautiful. Sometimes, words implemented falls in a different line if actions are realized with them. So go ahead and wait for to travel in endless skies because life has everything stored within it which will eventually, make you fly like a bird and believe me, your journey for joy will never be at worlds end. Right…I’ll live long enough to see all my ships of hope. Maybe God did plan this for me. I don’t think I’ll live long…says my sister.

It all ends to that one fine day which does conclude my chapter. That day, I discovered all my joys just by thinking deeper. I decided that I can live with pink and violet because I was obsessed with my feasible hopes to stand taller. One day is one too many because that day, I did lose my mind. Searching for the world of insanity, I was finally sane enough to accept the reality and the fact I have let my time take me far away from the past to the present. One thing for sure was that the future will sweat me to live a heavy heart. I haven't lost my way, but I know, I have walked the unknown path that life has pushed me through. So it ends, that one fine day, I stopped.