I have once considered myself as the moon surrounded by the horde of twinkling lights. There are hundreds, thousands and millions of them around me. By far I asked myself if there would ever be a chance of collision, a chance of permutation, a chance of change, perhaps a miracle—then so, I wonder.
I tried to get a hint of the first gleaming object in front of me. It
may have taken a while when we intertwined but only a second to break apart. I strained
myself from the light but another one swept me off the hook. It was the fastest;
the speediest thing on earth but it took us three revolutions to disentangle
the string. It was probably the most puzzling knot to undo. I was an inch close
to believing that pileups are not for real, that collisions are not meant to link
all the elements of the universe…..then suddenly, just suddenly I saw the sun--
The biggest, the brightest, and the closest light among all the dainty glowing
objects around me.
I am not sure if any entities in the universe are destined to be in
a good composition. I am not sure if the sun and the moon are meant to be
collided, ramped or bumped . Amidst this phenomenon, I have realized that
individuals are truly individuals. Each has a different fate; an altered fortune
that has to be unraveled. Collisions are not a matter of chance but rather a
choice. Comets, atoms and other entities beyond the control of the universe harshly
hit each other not because of a certain law but because they have the ability to do so
Within us is a power, an underlying opportunity that will serve as a
bridge to the other half. Right now I am happy, more than happy to consider the sun
as my helping hand-- The one whose light shines through at the day and at
night.
