And here I am again..on top of the mountain searching for a way to the field below..to taste the water from the lake..to breathe in the fresh air..I wrap my arms around me..the freezing cold is going to slowly take my life away. A moment..thats what I have..A moment with the cold, the mountain and the scenery beneath my feet..
Isnt our lives all about the moment. The journey we have never taken, the incomplete love, the regrets, the pain, the smiles..life, an endless whirlwind of emotions..constantly changing you, transforming you..
Dont you ever think that maybe we do have those wings that we always dreamt about. We just dont have a clue of the destination it will take us. We are as humans constantly flying from the mountain to the lake, to the stream where we stop by to take the forbidden bath and back to the mountain where we freeze and consume the angry cold wind. I have been here..too many times..to the top of the mountain..and it had looked so beautiful from a distance. What glitters indeed is not gold..
And then again..would I miss the cold when sunshines kisses my skin..would I find the sun to warm to survive, would I find the air to fresh to breathe..why do we keep on covering ourselves with the same blanket of comfortness. Do I have to leap before I know its too deep..where are the hidden wings when you need to fly away..
We do live in constant fear of losing what we have come to love..the shell that we are comfortable in crawling into..yes..we are independant, we are free yet each one of us crawl into our shells at time of darkness and despair. The shell that warms us up, gives that illusion that maybe this is where we belong. And we begin to live in that..ahhh..moment!! just a moment, thats all there is...
