Young Writers Society

(1) When things begin to fall apart.

Time has a doomsday book, on whose pages he is continually recording illustrious names. But as often as a new name is written there, an old one disappears. Only few stand in illuminated characters never to be effaced guarded by power superior than what could be imagined, by hope, faith and belief; and most of all the only immortal power that one could posses – love.

As life moves on, we decide never to look back. But we always forget something; Memories don’t always haunt our future, sometimes you never realize that the light that you’ve been following all this while is the twinkling glow of memories that’s lighting your future. You regret actions that you’ve done before, and try to run away from the truth questioning everyone around and yourself; why did you ever do that? But sometimes, you’ve just got to believe; some things you just do, there is no reason.

When you’re walking down the streets alone on those cold nights, you never know where your destination might be, you might never even realize that you’ve come all that way and reached the wrong place or maybe you’re just lost. A little girl once went through the same incident, she told me that she was scared and thought that she’d never be able to make it home again, and if she was lost then all she could of was; what comes next?

Now.

15^th September 2012.

We’re different people now, you and me. We belong to different places; you lay on the soft sand - admiring the songs of the waves. There’s a smile on your face and I know that you are happy. While I’m somewhere else; stranded on a boat in the middle of nowhere, a place where hopes are crushed, opportunities don’t exist and time slips away, a place where people feel lost. There’s nobody around, no one who knows or understands, you might not want to know where this place is, but it’s where you used to live once upon a time; a time when I was happy too, just like you. Now this place is lifeless, it’s my heart.

They say the way to live a happy life is to start expecting less, but that doesn’t actually work for humans; well at least for some of us. There’s nothing you can really change, life’s going to go on, you can’t stop it no matter what you do or how hard you wish for it too. You might stumble and fall a thousand times, now the question isn’t will you be able to be get up, it’s Do you want get up?

When everything changes around you; the position of the sun, the direction of the winds, leaves shed, trees grow older, for some life may come to end while some begin a new one with their first cry, but standing there you keep wondering -How come you’re still the same? Standing at the same place, you’ll find the same you. But if you’re really looking, you’ll realize that you did change, becoming wiser, better and older of course.

I looked at him as a friend, and then I realized; I loved him. He was a very influencing part of my life; still is, and that is a fact I will never be able to change. He scribbles someone else’s name on the columns of his notebook, dreams of her too, that someone isn’t me and I don’t think it’ll ever be. But that doesn’t change anything, I’m still what I am, it’s just now I’ve awaken from my dreams, my vision may still be blur but I know for sure, what I am seeing right now is reality; my reality.