The weather is gloomy and dreary;
oppressing as heaving mist so everything seems monotonous. Dull. Unexciting.
Yet, in this colorless environment, today I hum like a ball of energy,
ecstatic. There’s no reason to it in general, but I am content, satisfied; the
type of content that comes after venting out something that you've long kept
with yourself, the type of content that brings utter joy, even with all the
questions still unanswered, even with the future a puzzle. Why? Because it’s suppose to be that way, not
all questions are supposed to be answered there and then, sometimes you just
give them time and they just unfold
themselves into answers. And the future, of course is always a riddle. Even
when it’s all planned and set for you, it’s really just wobbly. You can see
through it, but you can never be sure of how stable it is. A split second,
that’s all it takes for the ground to disappear from underneath you. The
insurance and protections, they don’t matter then. We stand, but we really might just drop down
any second. Not a single minute is predictable, well… maybe some are, but most aren't.
‘Live in the moment’, they say
but every moment we live, we are planning the other. It’s such an intricate web
of events. The one moment that you are living this minute is turning into your
past by the same rate. And in that very moment you are also planning your
future, yes, it could be something as simple as ‘I gotta tell this to my
friend’ or ‘I’ll make that for lunch’, but it’s happening. I said that future is a riddle; well the
present and past don’t seem to be such a simple case themselves.
-Momina.
