visiting and revisiting

There was a long, thin, tout rope, connected to nowhere, leading to nothing that i know of, horizontally across a vast empty space.

I was balancing myself, very steadily, ever carefully, and rather confidently, on the thin rope.This place was familiar. I have been here, once.

I notice a small presence.

It was a small boy, aged probably around 10, small for his age, thin, nervous, scared.
a very familiar face, one that i haven't seen
for a long time.

He seemed to be just managing to stay there, looking down at the empty abyss and trembling for the fear of falling.

I knew what to do.

"Its funny" I say to him, as he looks up and notice me."Life. we're all living alone in a very fragile place."

this is where i must speak to him.

"Every second, is a cliff-hanger, without us realising it. It could crumble to pieces any moment, given certain conditions, or simply if you're not careful. we usually don't realise we're walking on a very narrow road, where one strong wind, could easily blow us over."

The boy look at me, intently listening. He's a quiet one, always was.

"kind of like this place." I manage a 360-twirl on the rope, carefully balancing myself. I smile.
"We don't really have a choice, do we. there is only one path, which is the one you choose."
"the secret is, to walk."
"walk steadily, carefully, and confidently."

because, standing still will only create fear and imbalance.

"well, not like there is anything else we could do, could we?"

the boy took a step. now he is slightly, ever slightly, perhaps more so than the most subtle change in the flow of time.but certainly more careful, steady, and confident.

"good. you know, it scares me still. but you'll do just as well as me, when the time comes. its not a long time."

and you won't fall, at least for a decade. i think to myself.

than I vanish. the place is left with only the boy, silently taking each careful step, one at a time, and the rope, and the emptiness.

I wake up.

Like i said, I've been there in my dream before. I remember now.
It is somewhat similar to finding something long-forgotten in an old drawer that haven't caught attention by anyone till now.

I was 10, and uncertain about life.

then i had this dream, exactly the same place.
except that it was me who was the scared, unconfident and uncertain kid, and whom met the stranger on the rope.
kind of a familiar face, like an older brother i wish i had.

I never knew that he was me, that he was going to be me, or i was going to be him.

I guess he was right.

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I told myself not to touch this blog for at least 2 weeks and im back here in a week.but perhaps i should congratulate myself for actually staying away from this part of my realm for as long as a week.


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