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The one with the Gentle wind
Friday, September 11, 2009
There was a very gentle wind today. Most people who come to my house use the road on the West side of my house. They walk pass two condos, a row of cute shop-houses, a Buddhist Union building and a little slope. It is the faster route from the MRT to my House. People don't know that there is a Eastern Road I could take too, to get home. On days like these, where a gentle wind blows, it is worth to walk that extra few metres. This road, lies on a steep hill. On one side, a row of little houses and the towering top of a temple. On the other, these huge mighty trees that line the road like guards, their massive branches swaying in the wind. The wind isn't strong, but gentle and soft, like a memory of some sort. And as it shakes and rustles the leaves creating a sizzling sound it makes me reminisce. It reminds me of emotions I let myself have. Of desires I have to force down. Of dreams that seem so far away. Today, I was walking home, when the gentle wind blew down the hill. And I stopped and looked up. The day was dark with thunder clouds but some weak light struggled through the leaves. The orchestra of branches sway, nature's tune is played. And you feel. You feel happy. You feel sad. You feel surrounded by spirits. You feel alone. You feel hope. You feel as if God sent this wind. To talk to you. To make you feel things you have gained and lost. And to make you want it back so much more. You crush all other feelings and replace them with hope. Gentle hope. Memories are the past. For the future, you can only hope. That God can guide you or inspire you to follow this path, so that when the ultimatum comes that day, you can embrace the glory that is fufilled hope or you can remain strong when the crushing blow is felt. That was this gentle wind today. It blew to me so much thought.
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