Trust me on this. Take my word for it, if you want to. To me, this is a certain been-there-done-that situation.
There were times when I chased my shadow endlessly. One step I took towards it, one step it moved away from me. The distance seemed forever-lasting. My unconditional love (read foolishness) coaxed me to move towards it without even realising, or rather deliberately neglecting the fact that I was chasing ghosts. Whereas, its arrogance and ignorance drew it away from me, farther and farther away.
It hurt. It often felt as if someone had clenched my heart brutally; as if not just my body, but my soul too was being pierced mercilessly. Time passed, I suffered. Time passed further and I grew cold. I became frost-bitten and I gave in. Drenched in the blood dripping from my wounded soul and with no more room left to take any further blows, I resigned. I walked away... from my own ruthless shadow.
Carrying the wreckage of my soul on my frail shoulders, I tried sewing my own wounds. It was painful- agonizing, but it came off. What happened next, my bloodied sight could not believe. The farther away I dragged myself from my shadow, the closer it drew itself towards me.
My wounds are still fresh. However, I have started healing. What I had lost once, I got it back. With a smirk on my face, I walk... with my back towards my shadow.
What goes around, comes all the way back around. I wonder... if this is what they call it?
There were times when I chased my shadow endlessly. One step I took towards it, one step it moved away from me. The distance seemed forever-lasting. My unconditional love (read foolishness) coaxed me to move towards it without even realising, or rather deliberately neglecting the fact that I was chasing ghosts. Whereas, its arrogance and ignorance drew it away from me, farther and farther away.
It hurt. It often felt as if someone had clenched my heart brutally; as if not just my body, but my soul too was being pierced mercilessly. Time passed, I suffered. Time passed further and I grew cold. I became frost-bitten and I gave in. Drenched in the blood dripping from my wounded soul and with no more room left to take any further blows, I resigned. I walked away... from my own ruthless shadow.
Carrying the wreckage of my soul on my frail shoulders, I tried sewing my own wounds. It was painful- agonizing, but it came off. What happened next, my bloodied sight could not believe. The farther away I dragged myself from my shadow, the closer it drew itself towards me.
My wounds are still fresh. However, I have started healing. What I had lost once, I got it back. With a smirk on my face, I walk... with my back towards my shadow.
What goes around, comes all the way back around. I wonder... if this is what they call it?
Note: I had started this as an interpretation of imam Ali's(AS) quote about dunya(world) and linking it with myself, which says, "This world is like a shadow, if you chase it, it runs away from you but once you turn away from it, it follows." However, my mood changed half way across and I ended up somewhere betwen real life and fiction.
2 comments:
you're a Shiite? i am, too. and i mean the 'too' only if you are. imma read on and see if i can find out myself. :P
Yes, indeed. *high five* Oh wait! You found out already. ;)
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