I am ready to write another story, another day.
There is no end, it can never end. Bach writes: How can it even end, if it never begun. How can you feel sorrow, lonliness, when it has never begun.
Tell you what, may whatever be true, even today, i feel pain.
The pain, i felt had subsided, yes it had, but as i move ahead, my mind races faster. I used to run, trying to defeat it, but i have not gone out for a run since a long time, it has raced ahead.
Now it has got fuel, fuel to burn. Regained strength. Now it knows more then i understand, some say, the child has grown powerful. But that is ok, that is how we learn, point is the adult is now left behind in information level.
Do you know what happens, when you learn more then you understand. You have to understand more, race is on. I am being called back on track. Track - to race my own mind.
A child who knows- against an adult who understands.
An old fight, one which decides weather i will move ahead else will fall down, else will settle up, ie a parental instruction will be created.
” There is a fight which keeps on, high on the mountains, one which decides, will i climb.”
Its Getting cold.