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Wednesday, September 28, 2011

In the fast lane of life

Zaka




If you want to listen then everything can speak. I can hear what sunset says as it falls down the horizon. Even I can feel it with closed eyes as it laid across the calm sea water. Sitting on the sand and watching the stunning crawl of the Sun always makes me feel the touch of life that somehow I lost in the fast lane of life. God is the greatest artist who made a spectacle death-bed for sun.  

It isn't much difficult for me to confess that hectic professional life is taking its toll on me and I started to feel that it is getting closer to unbearable stage, albeit it is early stages of my career. Maybe I wasn't prepared to be in such a demanding profession, maybe I am not good enough….! 

Every day I wake up early, against my wish and rush to work where I slave away for few hours, then comes the traffic jams, which has become an integral part of my life, that eats away the evenings. And then the night comes and goes; often leaves me with no sleep. In this life-cycle; days go by in no time. I have been feeling like I have been running at a brisk pace with little time to breathe. 

So to feel alive, I come to the beach to walk by the shore and watch the dying sun, not because of the affection I have for beaches and sunsets, but this is where the time stops for me. The sunset takes me to another place and time where there will be no pain to bear. It frees my thoughts from confusion and frustration. It leads me to believe that I am on the top of the world, setting me free to score over the waters of my mind. 

The fading sun always gives me my own moment of peace. it helps me forget the day’s pains and start anew. It is interesting how everything that we do during the day transforms itself into a memory and how strange it is that the disappearing sun into the horizon makes me remember the past. And the nostalgia rekindles the desire to relive the life again and undo what I did….!

Setting sun or beginning of darkness is termed by some as a glaring reminder of things that come to an end. One day less to enjoy, one day less to love, one day less in the game of life. But for me, the violet hues of the sunset creates one of the most beautiful sights nature has bestowed upon us. 

1 comment:

  1. How strange this fear of death is! We are never
    frightened at a sunset.

    Ali, KHI

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