When I was a small child who could not walk, life was good and peaceful. I always got more than what I want.
When I was a child who could crawl and could stand with a support, life was beautiful. I was allowed to explore the world within my crawling perimeter. I enjoyed the adventure of crawling for fetching the things I need. I always got what I wanted.
When I was a small girl who could walk, life seemed interesting. There were paths everywhere. I was not thrust with a responsibility to differentiate the right and the wrong path. All I had to do was to walk tirelessly, to understand the process of walking and to get back home every day, to my loving parents, not to break the unmade promise of trust and love.
When I became a girl who could run to fetch her needs, life seemed to be something which could not be defined. I was forced to understand the path and the place it would lead before I underwent a journey. The initial part of the journey was smooth because my parents were there to help me take the right path. As I proceeded with the path, life seemed weird and tiring. I started making assumptions and had expectations. But when I was expecting for a right turn, the path was at my left. When I felt tired, the path was even more difficult to walk. When I wanted a companion to walk, I was always left alone. Of course, I had companions sometimes, of different kinds. Companions who walked along with me and made me feel light, companions who filled me with energy but left me very soon as they reached their destination, companions who took me through a wrong path and also companions who had vehicles, gave me lift and helped me reach my destination. How many ever times I reach a destination, it was never the end. It was always the starting point of a new journey. There were Endless paths and Endless journeys with joy, sorrow, ill health, energy, friendship, dispute and many more abstractions.
It was too late when I understood the silent companion who was travelling with me since I was born. Yes, it is the most precious one, TIME. From then, I started running in search of my destination. Tireless running and consciousness of time made me reach a place from where I could see my destination. But I could not take a step further, I was left helpless. I was exhausted and was all set to walk back because I was standing at the edge of a cliff. How can I leap the deep trench to reach my destination which is on the other side? It is impossible! But at that weeping moment, the force of a healthy air pushed me into the trench. I was falling, making all sorts of strange sounds and felt my adrenalin function. At that heartbreaking moment, I was blessed with wings. With excitement, fear and the pain of first flight, I reached my destination. It is not the end. It is just a new beginning. With that thought, I woke up from my adventurous sleep. The first thing I did was to go and stand in front of the mirror. I looked sympathetically at the poor girl who had unfortunately made a contract with the God of Dreams. I was completely worried about my life. How will my future be? What is my destination? Moments later, my heart gave me a silent reply, LIFE WILL TAKE ITS OWN SHAPE!!!
-VIDHYALAKSHMI.T
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Hi Vidhya.. Jitzz here, nice attempts... like it...genuine.. thanx..am nostalgic..a contract with the God of Dreams... Moments later, my heart..... the silent reply, LIFE WILL TAKE ITS OWN SHAPE!!! Pediyaanu.
“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”
― Virginia Woolf
Although the quotation above more or less states what I think about your concern I'd really like to talk about this article ( another of your dreams, I see now).
It's written in a more stable way than the previous one, which seemed to be in a flurry. This one looks more as a write-up and less as a medium to blow of steam.
Lets' get to your wording.Some of them are oddly placed. Such as here,
there are also some grammatical errors that needs to corrected. for example here,
I like the way you describe the nature of your "path" but at the end of the day an article ( I think) needs to have some practical basis. You have to make your point through actual observations, not from pointless dreams of your subconsciousness.
And I do agree you that life is one continuous prose without a dramatic ending or start but you have to express a bit more ( I think) realistically because: 'My "heart" gave me a silent reply' does not sound like one.
With that note I, a lousy reviewer, will end my comment.
Keep writing!
thank you young man
i'll see to it.