‘It
seemed just yesterday that life was uncertain, how development in the human
brain was on a pause. We wished to disobey all boundaries of morals, go against
the wise men and make our own rules but how it all seemed just a dream. My life
is a reflection of what is shown on television, unrealistic yet somehow true.’
Is
there a possibility or a mere chance of understanding the insanity that an
individual can go through? See behind the rugged skin so deeply that the blood
still remains blue. Analyse past mathematical equations and see the
unaccountable feelings and emotions of individuals lost in their world.
So sad, cannot see myself becoming someone
judging on who I am, so bad how my life is a fantasy for some yet I make
it hell for me, and so blinded was I from the multiple truths in this world
that could assist me on becoming the man I could become, so I went against the
sayings.
‘Let me go.’ were my words, ‘let me live’ were my thoughts yet, ‘keep me close’
were my dreams, ‘keep me close by you’. I could not take the thought of losing everything when I observed others lose
their everything. It makes me keep wondering, can I live on, and can life please
be any simpler? Please… please?
I walk a lonely road, a road that is only walked on by some who
have lost their way. I have lost my way, I have lost everything that I once had and I weep. My thoughts seemed so loud till now, but now all I see is this
straight road and that is all that matters to me now. This road was so long
that the end seemed unclear, as I felt unclear. The isolation seemed somehow
connected to me and all I could think about was how I was meant to be here,
that I was meant for nothing else but to be alone. Don't get me wrong, I don't have a Gothic persona, but I just felt at...home. I'm so used to feeling lost now that that's all
there is to me, that is all I think I should be.
As I continue walking in total Isolation, the smoke consumed me.
Affected every part of me through to my mind, the mental pain replaced with a
probable physical pain seemed to be worth it. For too long I felt caged, for
too long I felt locked away but now I feel this is me, this loneliness became
me, and now I feel free within the boundaries in which I walk. Is there a
possibility or a mere chance of understanding the insanity that an individual
can go through?
All
things considered, I really found myself lost because I felt powerless. Everything
that led me to being where I was could only be explained as I was too weak to
do otherwise. I lived, lied, cried and even loved in fear, fear that my life
does not turn upside down with one stupid mistake and yet exactly that had
happened. It had all led me to this moment, this very road that will change my
life and decide my fate. The torture of not being able to create the path I
would want to walk on felt unbearable yet I knew that if I did not, then I
would have nothing, not even the path I was given and not even the strength to
create the one that I dreamt of, but now the path that I do walk on seems never
ending. It’s just a long, straight road with arrows on the ground, the tips of
the arrows face every direction but straight as though even the road was
begging me not to go further, like there’s some kind of danger on this journey
I have been forced to take.
The
fog surrounding me seemed ever so thick that the sun or the moon was hard to
sight if there was one in the sky, but now for the first time since my thoughts
consumed me I have noticed that everything around me felt so unreal, as if it
did not exist and that it was all just a fragment of my imagination projected,
unconsciously, in front of my eyes for countless, inexplicable reasons but I
know now, I had always known since I put foot on this path, that this was very
much real. It was as real as anything could get and even if the world told me
not to, I had to carry on. So I walk on…
I guess this is where it begins, my journey to a new beginning where the world I envisioned can come true. No matter what I have to do, where I go on this path, I'll find my safe haven, I'll find my home.
Written By,
Jawaad Saleem
That was beautiful J.S., I think we can all walk a lonely road sometimes. I have found the only thing that carried me thru some truly messed up stuff was hope. Keep hope alive, I know I do.
ReplyDeletethank you :) I guess that's also what I got out of writing this as well. That there's always hope in the end.
DeleteA follow up to your previous post? Well well, I am surprised. A much better article, well written. Jawaad Saleem not only are you melodramatic but mercurial as well. I am well and truly intrigued. This reminded me of a quote "All within me gone, but pain and hope. Hoping that the pain will fade away". Perhaps you should use that in your next article.
ReplyDelete-Your very own critic (A ghost from the past).
I will definitely consider the quote. I'm glad You like this one. Thank you
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