REUNITED
"He, who commands our lives is the one who suffers the most from our uncertain outbursts."
We all need a break from ourselves. The constant longing for a long-overdue vacation from the vagaries of the world. A form of escapism from the constant bickering and the unlawful laughter of the maniacs that both- unite and divide the world, our world. Funny word, world is; it can mean one of the nine, sorry eight, planets or a single person pretending to be an entire planet. Much like the planets, a single-man's world consist of the oceans, the mountains, the grounds and the skies with mother nature being the true nature of the man's inner sanctum. There is the comforting warmth of the sun that provides the necessary energy to work as well as to melt away all the dreadful hopes and fears. Then there's the moon providing ample guiding light to the place where we can finally rest and wait for the sun to rise again. The clock turns and forces the calendar to change and-cycle repeats and we are all caught in a loop in such a horrendous workaday-schedule.
The chirping birds on a bright summer morning welcome us to an amusing day. Sometimes the clouds of rain unexpectedly turn up scaring the birds who crawl to the nearest tree for shelter. The sweet poetic irony of life is when we run away from the problems that we are responsible for forces us to run towards home whereas, the spontaneous natural problems drive us away from home. The ominous thunder send chills down the spine of the little bird-lings. There is nothing to be done except wait the passing of the storm. Storms bring separation that lead to isolation accompanied by numbness leading to stupefaction and the ultimate tears leading to more tears. It is the tears that linger the most for they are the result of their own cause and solution. Everything leading to a tear also ends in a tear. The word 'tears of joy' is a clever and a glorified example of how we enjoy being fooled by the semantics. Tears of joy are same as tears of sorrow for the former are a result of us accepting the fact that the situation would never arise again and the latter is us condemning why such a situation arose in the first place. One deals with why things began as they did and the other with why it ended as it did. Either way, it is only in the middle of such situations that we find ourselves to be crying. We never enjoy our own birth or demise but the momentary illusion of consciousness that passes in the blink of an eye. Maybe we should blink our eyes alternately so we are caught in the loop forever. Nevertheless, we neither enjoy the birth of something nor its end. It is the middle part, where we find ourselves in the eye of the storm that we actually make our contribution- crying. Perhaps this is why it rains during the storms. Once, the storm passes the damage inflicted by it is looked upon. The sudden exposure light after days of darkness may lead to blindness or some permanent damage to the vision in the long-term. This was just a story of one tiny corner in one part in one of the worlds. Imagine different weathers in different parts of the world at once and multiply it with the number of worlds a person has.
Where once it was barren now is fertile, when once it rained now its in draught- that is the beauty of weather and climate in the world. However, the core principles- water being wet, fire being hot and the winds being seductive- hold true for they are the core values preserved deep within the inner sanctum. Only when there is an alchemy among things of opposite nature- that disaster strikes! Every disaster leads to the creation of something spectacular. But no matter how much we try, the day must end in night and the night must end in day. It is almost if mother nature wants us to always remember that the morally opposites always attract while the identical-s are always inert. The two thrive and yearn, simply to be reunited.
"If you go back to your home town or you're reunited with school friends, its always slightly bittersweet because as much as there's nice things in terms of seeing them again, the town has changed without you, and you're no longer a part of it." - Edgar Wright
