Once upon a time, there was a happy-go-lucky bridge whom everyone likes to make friends with. And because of the bridge, many people started hanging out together. Everyone enjoyed each other company, happily chatting away.
This bridge remembered the birthdays of everyone, remembered festive seasons to gather, remembered it’s time everyone should gathered when it has been a long while since everyone last met, and remembered to share when something good came by. This bridge was there to provide shelter for those caught in rain.
This bridge has been repeating the same old thing all these years.
Eventually this bridge was tired.
One day, this bridge decided not to do anything. Some people started to hangout elsewhere. And eventually they gathered with their own choice of friends.
This bridge was soon forgotten and abandoned. This bridge wasn’t that important afterall.
I had been trying hard to start writing nowadays. But I find myself a changed person. Truely changed.
I read back the posts I wrote, I could no longer feel the kind of inspiration that prompted me to write in that way. Though there were not only happy posts but anguish ones, at least that was how I felt at that point of time.
Nowadays I felt as though my heart had drained out of feelings. Disappointments had overpowered everything, even anguish.
Maybe it all started from … the ‘book’ everyone had.
I realised ‘friends’ choose ‘friends’. Not only that, they choose groups too.
It took me 4 years to open my heart to the ‘book’. But it dashed my hope in less than a year. It supposed to pull hearts closer, but I find those hearts getting further and further apart.
I ever posed this question to myself: If I were to win a pair of tickets to somewhere, is there anyone who will come along with me? Seriously … please think twice before you answer.
“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.” — Graham Greene, Ways Of Escape
I hope I can do it again … I hope I can overcome my own fear and escape from my situation.