The walk seemed like an endless journey to me. The trees and the beautiful flowers no longer pleased me. The farfetched clear blue sky didn’t allure me by its beauty.
I asked myself, should I stop…but the answer was – not yet. My legs were tired and my mind confused. I didn’t understand if I was punishing myself or blaming someone for what was happening in my life.
How I wished at these times – just like in the movies or as in some religious books – a voice could break from the sky and tell me what needs to be done. I am clearly ok with the part: had happened, as it cannot be replayed and edited. And hence, I think, the focus should naturally be on – what’s next.
Now my legs were aching, for in anger I had covered quite a distance.
I kept walking…still.
The end seemed near for it was the edge. The edge was high and deep. I kept staring down below. I kept staring up above. I could have fallen; I could have flown. Instead I sat… I self talked… I sat still… I pondered… I stared….
I sat in the stillness, for a while.
Was I to give up… yet? Was I to give up… so easily?
Perhaps, a voice did speak to me. I got up removed the dust and dirt that had clinged onto me.
My self-talk was over. My belief system was shaken and stirred and revisited. My attitude had shifted.
Greater things can be seen when the attitude is altered and perception shifted.
What did I see?
A bright yellow flower, as it stood victoriously under the sun in the midst of some rocky soil. For if the tiny organism could survive, I was certain I too, could. The tiny creature had spoken to me of its determination, perseverance and a strong will to survive. Although, its image was quite contradictory to what it had spoken off.