‘Why is it……’ I asked the turtle. ‘….that the more I understand life and the more I write, the more I grow sad? I don’t dislike being sad but it overburdens me sometimes.’
‘Hmm!’ the turtle closed his grey clouded eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, they were as usual, shining with the golden light of ancient wisdom.
‘Understanding is a gift child. This gift comes to a few but this gift always comes with a curse. And that’s what the witch told you. That was the deal you made with her.’
‘Witch?’ I was surprised. ‘What witch and what deal?’
This is a capture from March 2015.
Sunsets are old friends of mine.
Each one of them reminds me of my losses and my gains.
Thankfully, each sunset makes me realize that my gains surpass my losses by a wide margin.
We are the dream merchants
We are always in loss
Down and down in the deep dark void,
down and down we go
Helpless puppets on unseen strings,
dancing to and fro
What if there is no eternity, heaven or hell?
What if there are no consequences at all?
The guilt is just an extra burden;
and all is always well