I am dying tonight. I was born virgin, untouched. Virgin of body, virgin of mind, virgin of thought. The whole world was my playground. Everything beckoned me to do my bidding. Get out in the open air to walk my own path, make my own mistakes, cry over them, correct course, learn, be a better person and go on with life. Along the way meet new people, try everything there was to try, fail many times, getting up each time to walk towards the end of life. The day I would lie on my death bed, my life would be a rich tapestry of my experiences, a kaleidoscope of my many colourful adventures. I would have loved, been loved, hated, been hated, stolen hearts, had my heart stolen, broken hearts and would have had mine broken.
Before I had started, I had someone coming over to me and talk to me in hushed tones. It seemed they were telling me some secret noone else knew and I listened intently. I took it seriously. Along the way, I met others who would come to me, tell me things. Each time, I thought they were right and that I was making mistakes. They wanted me to learn from theirs. I did. I avoided paths they had taken and failed on. I treaded with caution on many paths. I looked at some from afar and remembered to not take them. I looked at some others from afar and was tempted to take them but resisted.
There were times I saw people taking the forbidden paths. Many of them fell over, had their teeth shattered, had themselves laughed at. It almost looked dark from far. Their paths were lonely, fraught with danger at every turn. It did not look like living at all. 'Surrendering to evil' is what they called it.
Looking back at what I have been, I dont see much. I just see a path which has many footsteps on it. It is hard, compacted. There are no footprints anymore. I cant see mine. I dont know who I have been. I have achieved a lot in life. I have things to show for it. I have succeeded. I have not lived. I am dying not knowing who I was, who I am, not even knowing what I could have been.
Disobedience is the true foundation of liberty. The obedient must be slaves.
- Henry David Thoreau
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So to leave a mark you should either be extra ordinary and travel the farthest or be exceptional and tread a path that no one ever did...loved it..
ReplyDelete@Seueth - I am replying after ages but no one says you should leave a mark or travel or be extraordinary. The point is it should not matter what who says. You have to be yourself and be comfortable with it. The irony is even this should not matter. That is a life truly lived.
ReplyDeleteYes totally agree, we die giving a meaning and purpose to our living using the value set and principals our society, our media , our movies and our books imprint on our minds. We are guided into getting our actions approved for the better of society. Early on in our lives we are taught that "Put your community first when doing anything". What is often good for the society is often not good for you e.g. most of the communities have the highest respect for its soldiers who are nothing but goats of sacrifice (don't know the correct English for this), but clearly soldiers run the risk of loosing their life and just for the social praise!. Societies live for ever , you and I die. We must choose what is good for us not applying the logic society has given us but our heart. The logic and education society has given us favors the society.
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