Thursday, November 20, 2014

Will you let me walk with you?

I don’t know where you come from, and I don’t know where you are going. I really have no idea whether you have family or loved ones waiting for you, or whether they abandoned you, you abandoned them, or whether you never had any significant loved ones to speak of. I doubt it, really. Everyone has someone they love and care about. I hope you still have them.

When I look at you I don’t really care about your money, about your present and past worries, but I am sure you must have walked through your own battlefield and have come out right here. I believe everyone has their own story, which, if written down properly, would be ten times more interesting than most of the novels I have read.  I believe yours must be too.

I don’t know about whom you could have hurt, or what blows you may have been dealt. I cannot tell from your walk what has built you or what has completely destroyed you. Thinking about it again, nothing could have completely destroyed you, because you have made it that far. You have walked all the way here, and you have made sure to have someone to walk along with you.

I too want to someday walk like this when I have done my part. When I have had my share of sad and happy moments, and when I have had my part in life’s ride. I don’t want to do that now, but someday I want to know I have fought my battles, lost what had to be lost, and walked tall where it mattered. May be by then I could have made sense of it all. Or not. Or may be I could have learned to stop caring about making sense of everything.

When I walk down that  road I want to know I have lived a full life, and by then I would like confusion and regret to have subsided, only to be replaced by a serene walk.
I wish you bliss and peace on your walk. I will keep running until I get there.

Keep walking


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