Ain’t no sunshine

How does it actually work? This mechanism of life? What levers to pull, how to go about it? What else is required, what magic words open the doors and what actions forever close some. “Don’t burn your bridges, you might have to cross them again” counsels wisdom. Cautionary statement, puts in fear but for people who like wind in their hair, it usually doesn’t matter how it might work out in the long run.

Life was a lot easier at one time. Or so they say. Ain’t no sunshine when he or she leaves the door open never to return again. The typewriter or keyboard keys lie with dust gathering and finally when it comes to exercising expression, normally one hits a wall. Ramble on, rumble on.

Feels good to be out in the open with the grass leaves swaying and doing the bidding of the high winds above. How else can one describe the almighty above or below when almighty chooses to show us how minute our lives can be. Man was born free, but dies in bondage. All on choices that one wishes to take, decisions that sometimes uplifts or burdens us till the hour of the final reckoning comes knocking to our doors.

Father time with his scythe, working the fields of souls that are close to departure. Sometimes before time, sometimes overdue. Wonder why for some people life works out, but then they choose not to reveal the struggle and the drops of sweat, and tears that washed the ground when the put their shoulder to the wheel of life, pushing it, grunting.

Life – myriad, hued, beautiful, tragic, and yet infinitely impossible to describe. Time will tell how everyone fares. Look within. Look yonder.

Regards,

CZ