Those Days... Post 312

"It was a normal day. Nothing out of the ordinary, except we were together. We were young and nervous, quiet and in sync. And we walked without knowing where to go, without looking for direction… we walked into the arms of the sun. We found a church, we played with baby chicks, crawled through a fence into a field of maize, glowing in the sun it looked like a gold field of the Gods. We watched the cobs move with the wind… we walked with our hands loosely held together. Smiling, taking it in, we walked till the end of the world, we sat on a cliff and looked at the wild flowers and the stream below us. You looked at my eyes as the sun played in them and we sat for a moment, for an eternity. I showed you my home - I showed you my secrets, you listened, you opened up to me - quietly promising to hold my innocence, to protect it from all that will try to take it. And I smiled, without  understanding - I kept telling my stories, the adrenaline of adventure in me… I wanted to move, you wanted to stay still. So we stayed and moved together, and the sun burst into color in front of us as we watched. Friends, lovers, partners, beings… whatever we were in that moment - we were there, in entirety, in singularity, it was the start of the story…"

There are some memories we make which seem so ordinary when experiencing them and yet in time, when we move on and ahead, the comfort we take in from those simple moments invoke such deep emotions in us. We are so fragile in so many ways - so hard on ourselves, so combative with our desire. We use up so much of our energy trying to follow the pulls of those around us, those who are trying to  mold us. We take judgment and criticism to new heights within ourselves. So much torment in so many directions - and then we get these quiet recollections and it makes us wonder… who are we?

"Who am I" has been a strong occurring thought in my mind recently. I feel like I had a better grasp on it when I was younger. Maybe that is the just the charade of naiveté . But I did feel stronger, I did feel like the world was more open to me, was more accepting, ready to take me in. And days like what I described above, were perfect. There were no storms in my mind, no decisions or overwhelming feelings or desires to unnerve me. It was just in tune with myself, with nature…with the innocence within us. 

Innocence is a pricey thing we have. It is beautiful and pure, and it is the one thing that is easiest to rob. But it is one of those things I have come to realize in a little bit of an ecstatic moment, that it is easily replenish able. Our mind is hopeful, curious and ever innocent in some way or the other. And no matter how far we move from the "perfect" and the "calm" - the days of innocence and peace cannot be far as long as we taking deep breaths and remembering where we came from… and where we want to be. And that the person walking the path is more important than the paths itself that might dizzy or scare us… 

Just maybe….and this might be far-fetched…but just maybe, we will all be okay :)