Free

Cliff hangers are something that make you anxious, at the same time these are the very thing that one won't deny has a potential of giving you the most pleasure. It is how people are imbued with hysteria, they get extremely happy and extremely sad, especially when a thing is about to begin.

This is where 'stoicism' comes into play, stoicism is a practice that has got a certain definition but to be precise you can say, it is a practice in which you ensure that nothing can hurt you but everything comes with a price, here if you ensure nothing hurts you, you pay the price of your happiness, I remember when I had heard someone quoting," I have seized their power of making me happy, hence I have taken their rights of saddening me."

Boarding the train in the middle of the afternoon, the clock showed 13:39. The sun was empowered only during the days since it was during winter. It shone in the open fields and its golden hue was flowing across and through. At times there were small ponds which reflected its rays. In abandoned areas you could see, the ground and grass changing its texture; your closest was the greenest you could see; and the texture reduced as it ebbed backwards. Today, it felt different, it was not dark and gloomy. He was at the beginning of January yet it was not grey rather golden. Perhaps because he was in that interim, hung in a cliff hanger which had brought him to this golden land.

He was in the middle of a journey. Journeys  often put you in the middle of two places, one that you have left and another where you are to reach. It does not matter anymore that which of the two you like more; until, you decide to be so called bold, and decide to choose what is the best one for you. Your belief that says something is the best, unaware that even we never know what is the best for us and this fact does not owe to the fact that we do no know what lies in the future but it is so because we do not know ourselves either entirely, there are a few things that we are aware of consciously that makes us think that we know of everything we could; ignoring, in general, the factor of our subconscious mind. He was pretty happy at the moment, not because he did not like either place, he liked them both, maybe somewhere it was because this is what he was obliged to do for the upcoming three years, coming and going, swapping his presence between these two places and maybe many more, but for a while the future seemed clear or as something that he would never get in touch with and hence he could mess up or enjoy the present because it would not have any affects. He had a feeling of safety and security; confined by future that way. Although, he personally never sought safety. Moreover, he could not justify either why he felt the way he had felt, there always are several factors behind an occurrence or a feeling, and we never know each of them.

He did not know anyone on the journey but there was a vibe about each of them, the clean vibes that could allow you to be you. In general, he had to be alone if he wanted his work to be finished with the perfection, at least what seemed perfect to him but these people seemed like daylight to him, he knew to confer such about a group of strangers who are strangers among themselves could be absurd but energies; he certainly had a single reason here.

He was traveling with good vibes too, which actually were, or was his happy-making factor these days, which was tender as those winter’s daylight sun. Well, because he liked this occasional thing more, it makes it valuable. It was this occasional sun with the utmost consistency. It barely fluctuated. Maybe that is how it is with humans, the people who are the ‘farthest’ to us, are the ones that we fancy about the most and presume them to be better or perfect as well, at times. As the distance reduces to ‘farther’ we see flaws in them as we do in stars as if they are inconsistent, flickering and twinkling and lacking the consistency while as we become the closest to them, we realize that they actually are the sun who has burnt the flame of life in so many people around, strenuously burning and consistent in the effort; then is when you can reason their every action, you develop a great acceptance towards everything that they do because you can reason their actions and in fact can also reason the unreasonable as another reason; you just move ahead with them, never behind, you give them the chances and the faith, the pious faith, a human cannot forever ditch.

He was stuck somewhere in the middle of letting go of the bad(that had been good as well, but wrong timings and wrong actions made it worse, for a conclusion that he was assuming to be the conclusion at the moment), the bad days and accepting the good, that was complete good and had nothing bad at the moment. In a manner that one could say that he was better than yesterday, more trained than he was before, and calmer and content. He wished that he could stop the time at that moment, that feeling of approaching the happiness, gave him more happiness than the achievement of happiness would ever do itself. He was free, at the moment, he was not secured, not bound. Free, he was.

He was reading a book, after playing music and once again getting closer to the bad, that he had made peace with and was immune to and the good, both at a time, consecutively one after the another; they appeared. Yet, neither good nor bad made him any sad. The bad made him laugh at everything it does or did. The bad was not bad and yet bad. He wished if someone could play flute for him at that moment since life lacked background music.
He felt freedom, freedom from the past, and freedom of future as if this existence does not owe to anything but the moment.

 Today was just for the sake of today.

What frees you more,

if it's the promises of coming back

or would it be:

'I am a stranger, for once and for all. 

Would you drench ?'

Farewell.

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