driftwood
Saturday, November 12, 2005
I am nothing of great importance, a mere dull slab of driftwood, flowing ever downstream and it never stops. The current pulls me along. I am too weak to resist. Where do I belong? I see the world on either sides of me. It is deeply rooted inthe banks of rigidity. I see the people live their lives. It seems to be a single mundane routine, their movements so meticulous and predictable, they are almost robotic. Yet once in awhile, I see a flash of expression. Sorrow, anger, contentment. There is a spectrum of emotion unique to mankind. It makes them feel and maybe, just maybe, someone along these banks will sense my loneliness and take me in.
Where in this place do I fit in? I, an insignificant piece of driftwood. Perhaps someday, I will find comfort in some small niche deep in the warm, inviting riverbank. This journey must come to an end for I cannot drift forever. The river opens out in the big blue oceans of freedom. Suddenly, the banks seem to be but a soft option. I can only dream to reach the river's end to attain a new beginning. I know that obstacles stand in my way, and the sea of opportunities are nothing but a fantasy. I am trapped, trapped with a dream. For now, I drift along with fading hope.
They are waiting for me to slip into their arms to caress me, eager to make me one of them. But I want to be different, not complacent. I want to go places and maybe I do not really want to fit in afterall. I want to drift away, into the open arms of new life. The path ahead is daunting, and I have no control over it. I am powerless to shap my destiny but the nudging current is encouraging. I am ready to stand out from uniformity and step out of reality. It is all too overwhelming, the temptation to be taken in by the banks but I long to go places. I will try, though I may not succeed. A tiny piece of driftwood can go places, if it will only try.
Posted by jon at 5:43 AM
