things seem to fall in place, when what hurt you so much that thinking about the possibility paralyzed you, when certain events seemed very improbable or at least in the far off distant future so as not to be an impending threat in the now and the present, when all the above didn't matter!
Does a time come, meaning do we arrive at a place when hurt cannot reach us, when we become immune to heart-break, when life has no more surprises to spring at us, and when monotony rules the day? that is the time and place I am waiting and searching for.
I met his father today after a long time, or should I say, I met his father's shadow. He is gone in some unknown place where its hard to reach him and even harder to connect. What age does to people, and how cruel time is at display. It breaks my heart to see him withered, forgotten, forgetting and above all very sad and lonely. Do we go through the turmoil of life to end at such a lonesome place? is that the purpose of life? I don't know. Somehow, meeting him made me feel at ease with myself, I felt closer to my lost father, I could see in his eyes the soul of my own dear father, I felt I could touch my father in him. God only can tell the mysteries of the unknown but I felt myself at a different plane.
I am so small and puny and my efforts to change my situation is even more pathetic, but I feel sure of one thing today, and for that reason feel vindicated and strong and able to withstand other disappointments with a little gusto than previously displayed. I have come to realize what was toxic and malignant in my life, and that has been taken out once and for all!
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