What it takes...

With the distant memory of the child who cried under the gleaming sun is still fresh in my memories. It is too real to be a vague memory. The laugh and the cry and the pain everything is an emotion that I can never give up. I smile, and my face muscles ache in pain. I have reached the foray of the life journey. What now? Just a day or an hour or a minute or this second... it may come and engulf me anytime. I lived a life with emotions on a roller coaster, trying to figure out what I really want and not pass my life reigns to someone else. I tried and tripped, and there was someone or the other to catch hold of me before I reached the demise. But one day came where I stood for myself and tripped off the life train not anticipating the fall. When I fell, it was all scars... for life. With the scars visible, I stopped trying and cocooned in depths of the warm embrace. When my niche vanished, just like that into thin air, I didn't know where to hide. This time the fall came even harder, and that made me even more vulnerable. Time, unlike any fictional gossip is mystic in every sense. It has the ranges set and never waits till you win or lose. It is okay to fall I guess because there is something proud to tell yourself before you say a goodbye. This all doesn't matter when your hair turns white, and heart beats dysfunction to just lament over your distasteful past. It still brings a smile. To reach the zenith, there has to be a trial.  Never fear to fall or stop trying. What it takes is to try and either a fall or rise...it doesn't matter. Never will. Just the wrinkles counting on the distant memories of sadness or happiness. After all, everything goes into something called nothingness which is a topic even mystical than life and death.