ashaman
Bluelighter
Fate
The streets of Hong Kong flow by, the vitality and life echoed only by the busyness of the streets. The buildings flash across the bus windows, one by one, the trademark of Hong Kong ignored as i am lost in my own thoughts.
'Wouldn't it be funny if you met her? Would it be fate, or coincidence?' my mind said.
I chuckled to myself, although i do not completely dismiss the idea. It would be funny indeed. Life has its ironies- and laughing at them is all you can do. Stealing a laugh here or there just might balance life's pains.
Abruptly the bus stopped, and reality caught on. The familiar sound of the bus doors opening signals that this just might be the stop. I looked out the window, and came to the conclusion if i don't get off the bus now, i just might miss it.
I gathered my belongings and jumped off the bus. The familiar scent of pollution, dirt and greasy food assaulted my senses as a wave of warm air brushes against my face. I set off, determined, to put this letter in her mailbox and be done it with. Then what? Freedom. Completelness. Wholeness. Just as i knew exactly how the beginning came about- not one cloudly, rainy night in Wan Chai as we led otheres to believe, but in a peaceful, calm, uneventful night, within the infinite possibilites of the Internet, on that fateful day we meet.
And so it is to end like this. Just as some things were fated to begin, others were fated to end. No matter how hard you resist, the ending will be the same. Acceptance. Only within acceptance will you have the power to grasp life again. Denial- and the power is not yours.
My fast pace soon takes me to the familiar shopping centre with its two pathways, both leading to the same destination- her house, and the mailbox. Everytime i walk this path, i always take the left path. I felt a slight compulsion today to take the right one, to defy convention and to symbolise a new way, a new life.
But in the end, i still chose the left path. Why? i do not know. I doubt i ever will. Something told me that i must stick with the old path. Something told me that until that letter reaches its recipient, you are still living your old life. And with no further ado, i set off on the left side. I turn the corner, and look far ahead to the promise of freedom.
I looked so far ahead that i nearly missed the exact girl walking in the opposite direction. My mind registered shock at this 'chance' encounter. Or was it fate? But nevertheless, i walked on, ignoring her, as she didn't notice me.
A slight smile appeared on my lips, mirroed by the smile within my brain. So afterall, my brain was right. I did meet her here. But so what? It doesn't change anything... or does it?
I stopped in my tracks as a revelation hit me. True, the end was near; it was inevitable. All you can do is smile at it. But the way towards the end is still up to me. I had to reach this destination- but the path i take is still up to me.
Abruptly i turned 180 degrees and start to catch up to her. More and more possibilities come to mind now; should i give it to her and go, without an explantion? Yes. That sounds like a good choice. And so that is exactly what i did.
* * *
After delivering the letter, i stepped back onto the train towards home. My task was done- i have ended my old life not with sad frown and many tears, but a sad smile and a warm wave. A memory from the old life drifted up to the surface.
'Don't cry because its over, smile because it happened'
And with that thought, a smile crept onto my lips. The doors to the train close, and the thin figure slowly walks off and disappears from view as she turns a corner. The train starts to accelerate, a symbol of leaving my old life behind. I muttered to myself,
'Don't cry because its over, smile because it happened.'
The streets of Hong Kong flow by, the vitality and life echoed only by the busyness of the streets. The buildings flash across the bus windows, one by one, the trademark of Hong Kong ignored as i am lost in my own thoughts.
'Wouldn't it be funny if you met her? Would it be fate, or coincidence?' my mind said.
I chuckled to myself, although i do not completely dismiss the idea. It would be funny indeed. Life has its ironies- and laughing at them is all you can do. Stealing a laugh here or there just might balance life's pains.
Abruptly the bus stopped, and reality caught on. The familiar sound of the bus doors opening signals that this just might be the stop. I looked out the window, and came to the conclusion if i don't get off the bus now, i just might miss it.
I gathered my belongings and jumped off the bus. The familiar scent of pollution, dirt and greasy food assaulted my senses as a wave of warm air brushes against my face. I set off, determined, to put this letter in her mailbox and be done it with. Then what? Freedom. Completelness. Wholeness. Just as i knew exactly how the beginning came about- not one cloudly, rainy night in Wan Chai as we led otheres to believe, but in a peaceful, calm, uneventful night, within the infinite possibilites of the Internet, on that fateful day we meet.
And so it is to end like this. Just as some things were fated to begin, others were fated to end. No matter how hard you resist, the ending will be the same. Acceptance. Only within acceptance will you have the power to grasp life again. Denial- and the power is not yours.
My fast pace soon takes me to the familiar shopping centre with its two pathways, both leading to the same destination- her house, and the mailbox. Everytime i walk this path, i always take the left path. I felt a slight compulsion today to take the right one, to defy convention and to symbolise a new way, a new life.
But in the end, i still chose the left path. Why? i do not know. I doubt i ever will. Something told me that i must stick with the old path. Something told me that until that letter reaches its recipient, you are still living your old life. And with no further ado, i set off on the left side. I turn the corner, and look far ahead to the promise of freedom.
I looked so far ahead that i nearly missed the exact girl walking in the opposite direction. My mind registered shock at this 'chance' encounter. Or was it fate? But nevertheless, i walked on, ignoring her, as she didn't notice me.
A slight smile appeared on my lips, mirroed by the smile within my brain. So afterall, my brain was right. I did meet her here. But so what? It doesn't change anything... or does it?
I stopped in my tracks as a revelation hit me. True, the end was near; it was inevitable. All you can do is smile at it. But the way towards the end is still up to me. I had to reach this destination- but the path i take is still up to me.
Abruptly i turned 180 degrees and start to catch up to her. More and more possibilities come to mind now; should i give it to her and go, without an explantion? Yes. That sounds like a good choice. And so that is exactly what i did.
* * *
After delivering the letter, i stepped back onto the train towards home. My task was done- i have ended my old life not with sad frown and many tears, but a sad smile and a warm wave. A memory from the old life drifted up to the surface.
'Don't cry because its over, smile because it happened'
And with that thought, a smile crept onto my lips. The doors to the train close, and the thin figure slowly walks off and disappears from view as she turns a corner. The train starts to accelerate, a symbol of leaving my old life behind. I muttered to myself,
'Don't cry because its over, smile because it happened.'
