Of A to B

When we were small and full of life, we ran, we sprinted and we bounded towards our dreams. We were careless, and we were carefree. Even when we fell, we picked ourselves up, and once again, ran, sprinted and bounded joyously towards life. Nothing was out of reach. We were trying to grab hold of life, understand the meaning of it, fall in love and be intoxicated by the beauty of this world. We were indomitable. We were reckless and brash. We had wings. The wings of youth to carry us over to where we want to be.

And now that we are grown up, we move slower. No longer running, sprinting and bounding. As we move each day, we die another day. We still think there is a possibility of reaching our dreams. But hampered by reality, having to balance responsibility and passion, we slowly forget the big picture of our life and became myopic in our daily lives. Our tunnel vision is on the troubles we have to face daily. We accept that life is just this. Life. We try to "live". But unknowingly, we are closer to dying. And the reality is we are no longer growing and living, but dying and decaying with each passing day. We move closer and closer to our grave each day. We may be breathing, but the reality is we are closer really .. to dying. Our soul withers and slowly but surely, the weight of our so called "responsibilities" tilt the scale and our passion no longer holds its weight in our life.


But is this really the reality? You may think I am too young  to say this. You may think I am an idealist. But no matter, I refuse to accept this is reality.

My wings may no longer be youthful. Ruffled and stiff, they may no longer help me soar and fly. But I will glide. I will crawl. Not to my grave. But to eternal life. I will burn and be a beacon. Not a spark. Not a flash. I will burn with brilliance with whatever that I have. I refuse to accept that life is just this. I refuse to be myopic. I will live. Passionately. And if I die, I will want to do so gloriously. I will seek the balance of not taking life too seriously, and yet, not be careless with it. I will find the balance point of knowing when to pour out the secrets of my heart, and when to steel my resolve, grit my teeth and fight on the good fight.

From point A to point B. I will try my hardest to make sure the end is not the mean. My life from birth to death, I will try my darnest best to make sure it will be filled up meaningfully. And I will be praying each day, that on this journey, I will have your companionship. To do this together. For you who reads, if you ever take up the challenge to fight your so called fate, and to decide that you shall be the captain of your life with no others but God to give you the direction, and you shall steer through storms and blizzards, I will be willing to be your second-in-command whenever you raise an alarm for me. For I know I will not be able to brave through storms, nor do I have the finesse and skills to weather through blizzards. And I know you will be there for me. And so shall I be for you.

Fight the good fight. A to B.