Encountering one of the biggest fears of life is
apparently astonishing.
The one who actually witnesses it, knows the hunch.
Contemplating things before their occurrence will
only shatter one.
Either the event doesn’t happen or it happens on a
scale beyond one’s imagination.
Then lost is the time when smooth and calm were
the waves and lost is the time when tides took
place.
Eventually left behind are the shadowed days,
shadowed with gloom and despair.
Preparation for the worst? Of course, is ideal.
Ruminating on it for long? Of course, isn’t.
Dreading on the missing forethought of any
unprecedented situation in place turns the scenario
pitch dark.
What is needed is the pragmatic submission of
whatever one has to offer to flatten the agony.
But when it is right before one’s sight, the mind
overlooks its vision.
Doors are closed! not a single ray of hope! is what
one feels.
The one who rises from the downfall & misery has
stories to tell of the healing power of time and
recreation of the scenery.
