Composition beyond comprehension

Things have gone the same so far, although some things have changed. A bit of contradicting, but I find no other way to say it. It doesn’t change. It still gives me the same chill and shivers that it gave me the first time. It happens everyday. Once in the morning, once at night and only God knows how many times in between. Perhaps there are moments oblivion finds its way through any time of the day. And those moments were as vital as the moments I eat, sleep and breathe. For the lack of those would make life harder to bear. Or worse, you will be taken away from your life. Like an almost perfect blood-red rose which depended completely on the soil with which she had grown and when placed in water, her living days are almost done. She survives for a few weeks or days in the water, but even if it lasts longer than that, that wasn’t living for her but merely a survival. For what? To prolong a “life” away from the soil that nurtured her. While the days left were spent waiting for the final day to come, she knew that the final day isn’t yet to come, for she had already embraced it the day she was taken away from the soil. If that rose would be placed back in the soil, will it survive? Maybe, if you place it back to the soil that contains most of its roots, entrenched deep in the ground. But then, the roots might have grown into another almost perfect blood-red rose.

It has been life for me, and to a thousand others who share the same fortune. Going away and returning back without any assurance of keeping the same things I have left behind and leaving everything up to fate. What’s left for me to do is to live my life with the memories of the things I have left and the faith that fate would somehow make it more than that.