Not like the stars that shine every night, not like the sun that rises everyday, but like a drop that falls in an ocean, or like a grain that falls in a terrain. Once and for all, lost forever.
You know what’s freedom, she asked?
Entrusting yourself to the currents of air. Afterall you can’t be in air and fear the winds.
Even though she could feel the warmth of his breaths upon his lips, she could feel his chest rise and fall, and hear his heart beat and hers stop, she did not dare turn her head and look towards him. Even though he was a touch away, she did not dare make that contact.
All her life she waited for this. Could she ever believe she would sit by him and they will witness the eternity of sky, together. There they were, but she did not dare put him to test. She had been poise all her life, staunch like a determined sea not tearing up to any storm.
But this moment was fragile. She had carefully embellished her to the thread of her heart, she was scared to be disintegrated at its hand.
How long has it been? She asked.
I don’t know, but I’m sure this is what eternity feels like. He replied.
They both sighed.
They loved this sight. There was something sublime about it. There were no day, no night in the gardens of Eden. It was like the sun and the moon were in a divine contentment, a state of blue between rise and fall.
Prompt from Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge.
Is life anything but a series of paradox?
Shades and sunshine.
Light and darkness.
Noise and silence.
Life and death?
Significance of paradox: It is fair to say that one thrives off the other.
Will there be any recognition of shade without sunshine? Or light without darkness, or noise without silence?
Consider a state of perpetual noise, can we still appreciate it as a distinct entity?
So its fair to say that the existence or recognition of one entity rests in its encounter with the antithesis.
Life needs to meet death, in order to incite appreciation for life itself.
Supremacy in paradox: Is it fair to say that darkness and silence are imperial to their antagonists?
For they exist in unison with the universe.
Consider it like this. We often say that darkness is the absence of light, have you ever heard anyone say that light is the absence of darkness? Or sound, the absence of silence?
In other words darkness and silence do not feel foreign. They are the natives of this land, this place we call the universe, while light and noise are exotic, so we feel their distinctive presence.
As darkness and silence are always present, light and sound come and go. They are interim.
This notion will also mean that death is a constant to this universe.
Death is the native while life comes and goes. It means while we’re all so focused on life, the real, and imperial entity is death.
Only we fail to appreciate it. Ironic, isn’t it!
We’re all boasting life, while life only comes to depart.
We’re like a log that is burning at both ends. While we’re engrossed in living the moment, we don’t realise that each moment is turning us into ash bit by bit.