30 stories

30 stories, I have written.

With my own minds and my thoughts.

Some blabbering, some truth.

Some inspirations, some rants.

More to come.

In this imperfect life of ours :)

Happy 30th post.

Destiny

The rain is residing now, and the sound of the rain drops is disappearing. I'm listening to a music, and the sound of a character from the TV. Today I realised some things in which one can't decipher so easily. Including me. It's amazing when we realise something out of pure blankness and pure sudden.

Well this afternoon I asked myself. Why am I doing this right now? Why am I doing that? Why will I be doing that in the future? One answer, my destiny. Well isn't it true? Like whatever happens, that's your destiny. And destiny is different from luck. It happens and that's your destiny.

So I came up with a line.

The moment we're born, is the moment in which we know that we are no longer truly free in this world. Because the moment we're born, we hop onto the ride we know as destiny.

It's quite true to most of us. If you come and think of it, when we are still inside our mother's womb, when we're still that tiny clump of cells that hang inside the uterus wall, when we are still a zygote, we never, and we did not know anything about the world. We did not know anything about what's gonna happen to us.

But when we're born, somehow everything changes. Because we, will gradually know about the world and our life. The imperfectness, the suffering and everything.

That's why we are no longer free.

Isn't it?

Desolation

She sat down quietly as the wind chimes rang a peaceful melody. The wind, blew like soft silk brushing against her cheek. Her face, wrinkled and old. Her body, small and weak. Then came her dog. She patted him and a smile appeared on her face. A smile she always gave to her only companion for the past three years.

Her house was small and cramped with many goods laying around the floor. Her wall was covered with pictures of her children, her youths and most prominently, her wedding. It had been three long and lonely years after her husband left her forever due to a heart attack. She could remember how painful she felt during his funeral. It was as if losing her own most valuable jewelery in which she endeared the most.

The wind chimes rang again. She stood up and walked towards the kitchen and began preparing her lunch. A simple and noble dish of sliced carrots and cabbage stir-fried. She sat alone on her table, waiting for a company that she knew will never come to her. She began munching her food little by little. Picking up the bits and pieces of food that dropped on her table. She did not realise, that she had been trying to stabilise her hands, which were shaking.

As she finished her last bite, she walked towards her house' door and sat down, enjoying the afternoon breeze. Her dog beside her, sitting down, as if accompanying her. She gave a heave of sigh.

And the wind chimes rang again.