At first glance, it seemed easy, I, the traveler on a weary road to perhaps fame, I tamed my mind to think in ways one would want to impress, But like a toddler taking baby steps, I fall, struggling to get back on my feet.
The route I took seemed all too ready to steady that feet, Through stumbling tears, I made my smiles just as effortless, I cried first, then I laughed, Isn’t laughter sometimes created from tears?
The road was long, the road was windy, The road took me to eternity, I wondered at some point if I would reach eternity, yes, eternity, But stop I did not, I traveled through time, I traveled through eternity.
There were days when I thought “not a second to waste,” Until one day I realized that it took time to reach eternity, It was the long road I had chosen, Through much travail, none of which man can know or hear of.
I trudged with time on the long road to eternity once, Right now, I face, I stare ahead, I have not seen the end, No, there is no end, I have only been on the trail to the “beginning.”
A perfect scene when you walk away. You only see the receding back, hidden emotions, and the distance.
How many times has someone walked away from a situation, let’s say, knowing that a life-threatening situation is unfolding before their very eyes to follow the blind crowd? People find a reason to walk away.
It makes perfect sense to listen to an erred crowd, large in numbers, filled with ignorance than to listen to the one who stands alone. It is easier to speak to others than to the one who is affected. I always wondered why, and after years I have come to realize that in the end, no matter what situation you face, you and only you will be left standing to fight alone, to fight for survival in a world that believes that what is spoken in numbers means it has to be right or true. The pain that you feel can only be carried by you. Even if you have someone to console you, it is a burden only you hold deep in your heart. Having ignorant people around you makes it even harder for the pain to go away.
People find it hard to believe in miracles. However, I am here to tell you that miracles do happen. In every situation that I have faced, at the homefront or abroad, when danger lurked close to me, I came out of the situation alive. They were life-threatening moments that taught me valuable life lessons.
You don’t really need great minds, great visionaries to change the world. The world is so misplaced right now. I think as days go by, with all that is happening around us, we will soon come to realize that it takes the man on the street, you and I, to build a world that cares enough not to destroy lives but to lift lives instead.
Have a great weekend everyone.
-shobana-
Every once in a while, there will be a place in the far-off distance that will come alive for you. That perfect picture that you keep embedded in your heart to someday weave a story behind it.
Just as the Colorado Rocky Mountains inspired me with this story in 2016, which I managed to put together and publish in 2021. A winner in the TCK Publishing 2021 Reader’s Choice Awards Contest, a snow-stopping love story – you will never see snow the same way again – shobana
I did mine yesterday, and my arm feels like a ton of bricks, but otherwise, I am OKAY!!
I just want to share something inspirational from Barack Obama. I saw a video clip early this morning, and he said that he has always learned how to put others above himself, and what a great way to think and live life. I have always admired him and Michelle. When he left office, I had a note from the White House with the words, Thank You! in the subject line. And, I thought that so awesome. I mean, it made this morning’s clip all the more clear to me.
Some people lead to make an impact and he is one of them, at least to me he is. I watch out for people with humility, generous with their hearts more than anything. These are the kind of people who inspire me to do better. You can build monuments with money, but without a good foundation, there is no pride in the monument.
SIMPLY SHOBANA 
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