I'm standing on a platform with room just enough for me to stay still, or move forward. Five paths lay before me, each leading in different directions. Some edges seem to crumble at the slightest pressure, while others seem strudy and firm. Some seem to wind and bend, while others seem straight and easy. Reveiling only the journey's start, a cloud of mist seem to shroud the end. Which path shall i journey into? For all i know, there's no turning back.
A path, stony and rough the path seems yet firm. The air was silent and still and I could only hear myself breathing heavily. Somehow my mind can't seem to bypass it. The path which I long to pace on since I realised what I like and what i'm good at. The path seem long and never ending. The journey seem stressful and perilous. But somehow, deep in my heart, I know that i'll like the end. But what if the end was not what i've expected it to be? What if I fall blindly into the abyss below and there's no one to cath my fall? Will my dream stay as a dream or will this path lead me on to something which i've always awaited for?
Painted with the brightest and livelest colours i've ever seen, this path is definately a road not to be behold. A faint glow of light it sends. The light touches my face as if a pair of arms taking me in. The path however seem frail and wobbly. The voices of my friends called out in a fun and welcoming tone. My heart seem to be lured by the light and the voices, but my mind paralysed my body. I hesitated. Shall I leap onto this path so that I can be with my friends? Shall I step onto this road so that I will feel belonged and maybe even happy at the end?
Lit with light which I was once drawn to, it felt like a bee drawn to his honey. The path sends the sweet scent of the blooming flowers of spring. The land was covered with thick lush which seem so soft to touch. The wind was calm and the air grew warm. I feel refreshed, suddenly having a meaning to live my life. The voices within the blinding light was of laughter and joy. The path winds occasionally but its foundation was of a mystery, for the soft grass has veiled them. Should I venture into such a territory to enjoy the gifts which are laid before me? Could my life be filled with joy which I long to grab a hold of?
Remote and sunny the other appears. Not a voice nor a sound could be heard. The path was rocky but smooth. The air was thick and hot. The Sun shone its burning rays upon the dry and forsaken land. I could see nothing there, alive. The whispers of the wind spoke softly in my ears as the desert sand blew past me. When my mind decided to turn form that path, my nose detected a faint and light stench of flora. My ears heard the gentle drippings of a waterfall. Such delights disguised at the end of the road, could I be fooled by what wasn't there but only on my mind?
I took a breath of the cold air and clamed myself, pondering over the paths before which I could'nt decide. What should I do? Which path should I take? Will I be facing joy or darkness at the end of the road? How do I decide?
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