Flying Over A Waterfall

Flying Over A Waterfall
I felt like aboard an airplane. Within its cockpit, and in its pilot’s position, I saw my world as visible to its pilots. A view from an airplane’s cockpit shows only a future. There  is no space for one’s past in it. There are a lot of dials and displays, none of which are comprehendible to me. as its pilot, I should have a comprehensive knowledge of their working, but as it is, I don’t have the faintest idea what they are all trying to say. I have been through a rigorous training before I got to the incumbent position, but I never came across a manual describing any of the dials before me. this is a completely new situation for me.



A view from the plane’s cockpit of my future is certainly as intimidating as a wild dog’s jaws full of sharp teeth. It is ready to pounce on me with all of its ferocity. It is going to be quite painful, while I shall find myself rushing to a hospital for an anti-rabies vaccine. There are a whole lot of situations I shall have to be before, but I am determined not to let their thoughts scare me, although I  can feel myself shivering in my pants despite all my efforts.



The airplane is about to take-off to an unknown destination, to a place I haven’t been ever before. The mere thought of an unknown destination scares the wits out of me. I can feel my knees vibrating against each other, and I can’t do anything to help them. I can see my future through the airplane’s cockpit, and somehow, I know, it is not very bright.



I’m of the kind who believes that if anything can go wrong, it will go wrong. I believe events in my future will go wrong because there are all chancres of it going wrong. There is a dominant fear of ending up in a black-hole because I took a wrong turn, and I feel it will surely suck me in itself with all its ferocity and vehemence.



There are a lot of points where I feel I took a wrong turn. I turned into a road that was sure to lead to a dead-end, I knew it, but I could never have done anything to help myself. I never could have rectified my approach. The track I have been walking on has never been volitional.



The only point of consolation I have is that the incumbent season of bad times isn’t going to last forever. It is going to end one day, and with the dawn of every new day, the end certainly inches a bit closer everyday. A season of darkness is sure to be followed by a season of light, and I hope it is brighter than sun’s light. I only wonder if I am correct in anticipating a season of light that is to be inversely proportionate to the incumbent darkness in my life. I think I should not.



We seldom get all we seek from life. Somehow, life manages to pull off a show where it gives us very little of what we expect. It leaves us thirsty despite an elaborate waterfall dripping all its fury around us. Most of us remain thirsty despite a comprehensive flow of water all over us. It is quite exasperating, but very little is in our powers. Although all of us stoop forward for a few drops of the elixir, only a few of us are rewarded with miracles happening in our lives.



Water falls down all the same.