Greetings,
Below is a story.
A story of a guy with your name, your eyes, your smile, but a personality of his own.
For he is, after all my creation.
He starts a long walk on a road with no visible end. He walks, curious as ever down this road for all he can remember. On this walk, he sees most of the things that are now a part of our life. Prejudice, Irrationality, Racism, Politics, Capitalism, Religious Fanaticism, Kindness, Anger, Love, Adrenalin Rushes, Sexual Tensions...
Some excite him while others disgust him. Some he wish he had more of and some he wished never existed. But they were there, like the lizard in your room and the bugs in the air, they were there no matter how badly you wished they weren't.
He met a few people on this long walk. Some who stayed for so long but left him when he needed them the most and others who happened to be there exactly when he needed them, almost as if God picked them up and placed them right next to him. Some were with him because their roads led to the same point and nothing more.
This road bent and twisted at the most unexpected points and often had these long beautiful stretches. Oh those stretches. Long unwinding stretches of tarmac like blot on a clean white paper. A beautiful blot at that. The paper being the bloody brilliant scenery surrounding these roads. The stretches that made up for all the twists and turns. Gave you the false impression that road would always be smooth and straight and beautiful... But where's the fun in that?
Sometimes he wished he were faster down these roads and sometimes he wanted to go as slow as humanly possible. Sometimes he even wished this road didn't exist.Sometimes his legs hurted and he had to slow down or maybe something from the curves he's already maneuvered was pulling him back. but you can't walk the road you've already walked. So he just kept walking on.
Then there were the bumps.BUMPS
Funny word isn't it? Some of them were small while some of them were big. Some that had to be endured while others had shortcuts around 'em. Its amazing how something that can't talk to you can teach you so much more than someone that can understand and respond to you.
Soon he got better at walking on this road. So much better that he felt as if he were merely gliding over the road. And this is where the twists and bumps reappeared.
Some roads made him more visible while the others made the road forget him.
This road almost had a balance of its straights and curves, a balance that sadly most people didn't seem to notice. Result of which most people left the road on their own. Left and were never seen again. Never even remembered again, for some.
But everything that has a beginning has an end. Likewise, even the road came to an end. You'd know as it would be marked by a bench. The end of a long walk was an even longer rest. How fitting.
If you were lucky, which our guy was, you'd even get company at the bench. Who, you ask.
Why, the Architect of the road. The Architect was the last person you spoke to before you rested.
And so the Architect spoke to our guy. What exactly happened, will never be known for sure. But I could've sweared I heard our guy say:
* Silence. Heart pounding, sweat-generating silence. Even the birds fluttering nearby seemed to stand still in the air as our guy opened his mouth. It was like Eternity was the lock and our guy's vibrating Vocal Cords were the Key.*
This Road is a work of Art. It takes you to finish it to truly realize how bloody awesome it is. It takes a really long road for you to realize the value of something infinitely smaller. You need a similarity to truly understand a difference. You need noise to truly appreciate silence. You need bullshit to truly identify wisdom. You need the Devil to truly believe in God.
In fact, anything in the world can make a difference if you want it to. Anything at all.
And though I wish this road had more clarity, directions, help when required or signs to let you know what to expect, I wouldn't change it even if I had the power. And even if I had a choice to go back and choose another, I doubt I would. I have found what I have searched for all along this road. And I found it only when I stopped searching...
(Our guy was wise, wasn't he?)
And then he closed his eyes. And the Architect said these words that lit a smile on our guy's face. A smile that may disappear from his body, from the Architect's memory, from your memory, from my memory but it has already reached another place. Actually I doubt its a definite place. That smile is now everywhere. You just have to find it and display it.
He Said, "All is Well that ends well. Most people enjoy the road and then choose the wrong bench. You have struggles through the road and found the right bench. Your bench.
For the sake of all the good things in the world, Keep Smiling.
Still Walking,
V
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If you still haven't understood what the Road was, you seriously have to read my earlier notes.
"Kill the Beast"
- Mr. Dominik
Now Listening : Memories - David Guetta ft. Kid CuDi
Hey, Soul Sister - Train
Now Feeling: Happy.
Now Going : To sleep
