From the first birth of a man to the descent of generations. Tales of prophets and men who believed in myths. When Rome was god walls of Babylon were high and streets of Jerusalem bathed in holiness and blood. When Aristotle sat under the high skies and inspired in young Alexander to be greater than Achilles, to conquer the end of the world. The dust of Ibne Battuta and Marco Polo’s trails hung in the air, to be discovered again.
So much laughter. So many cries. Such festive celebrations and what great mourning. All under the big blue sky. So many wars and heroes, who set out for glory and whatever they achieved was taken. Destroyed in a whim. To be built again.
So many lived as Darius. Some died beggars. Some found meanings and some created illusions. But, what matters for they have all lived and died, to be replaced by those who shall die some tomorrow.
What outlived God’s best creation is air and rocks. How worthless, to be walked over by ants and humans. How mighty, to have remained to witness all the tales from the time of timelessness. These rocks and air….how indifferent towards life!
Winds blowing, bees buzzing, flowers blossoming and birds singing. It’s all in beautiful tales. Tales that are nothing more than crafts of mere human imagination which never existed. I’m a traveler of a hollow path. I do not complain of thorns but its the roses I never see. I believed that’s what it was all about. To eat, sleep, work and finding distractions to pass the rest of my time was all there was to do. So I did that and kept doing it.
On my way, I found people who believed otherwise. I appreciated the difference but agreed to disagree. Eventually, I saw them all on the road I was following. I never took pleasure in the fact that I was right all along. But, that’s how it was and denial was not worth it.
Then I saw it. From the other end of the spectrum, I saw a knight in his shining armor. Battling for the dreams he had. Never seen a more foolish creature. It did not take much time for his dreams to shatter. I see him too now taking on the road of suspicion and disbelief. However, this time it’s different for me. Different, because seeing him makes me realize that a moment in a fool’s paradise is nonetheless a moment in a paradise. Living in that moment is worth living. It must be.
I’m not much sure of what I’m talking about. This realization that there is more to life than what I had been thinking is supposed to be sweet. But, its same as believing in life after watching someone die. That ain’t very sweet.
I definitely have no idea what I’m talking about.