Journey
She had disillusionment in her heart, and dreams in her eyes. She was anxious and filled with trepidation; she questioned her decisions incessantly, but her mind was without fear.
She put one foot forward and then, slowly, another. And then another. She looked back a couple of times and nearly turned back. She kept walking.
Her feet were torn by thorns, she was muddied by slush. She kept walking.
Determination gritted her teeth, and clenched her jaw, as the baggage she carried weighed her down. Tears, sweat, toil, turmoil... she just kept walking.
Till she arrived at the most gorgeous countryside. Flowers nonchalantly sprinkled across the grassy greens, spring brook babbling nearby, whistling winds, chirping birds and a singing heart.
Now she skips gaily. Oft she stumbles, but up she gets, and skips on. Little hidden pebbles trip her, snakes in the grass dart across her path, and sometimes the tall grass obstructs her view. But still her heart sings, and still her feet skip. Sometimes she yearns for what was, and what couldn’t be. But still her heart sings, and her feet skip. And her mind is at ease, and still without fear.
She is in her “happy place”.
Happy First Anniversary in Chennai, Reveur.
posted by La Eposa @ 6:14 PM
