Sunday, June 23, 2013

I AM



I am a raging river. I am flowing through treacherous mountainous ways of life. The penchant and relentless rains of fate is only a feed to my strength.

 I run. I fall. I get knocked down. I get up. I cry. I smile. I laugh. I make mistakes. I fail. I triumph. I sulk. I feel happy. I care. I feel sad. I win. I lose. But I start again. I don't want to stop. Never! I want to go on and on. No matter what. 

I am selfish. I don't need the sun. Neither do I need the shade. I don't want to stay anywhere. And I am nowhere. I am my master. I ride my will horse. I have seen and crossed the seven seas. I have seen plenty and have learned a lot. And yet, there is still dryness in my throat and a drought in my heart.

 I am a rebel. I expect nothing. I assume nothing. I make no exceptions. I do not sympathize because it makes you weak. No one waits upon me. No one is behind me. No one is in front of me. No one is by my side. No one looks up to me; neither do I want them to. Neither do I look up to anyone, nor do I look down upon anyone. I am ruthless. I am relentless. I break all that pulls me down or slows me. I respect what you are. And you respect what I am. I may give you give you second chance, and might be even a third. But never a fourth. I don't forget. I don't forgive. If you put a gun on my head, you better pull the trigger.

 I know what needs to be done. I know my duties. And I will continue to do my duties. I will continue to flow. I am a free spirit. I am a dreamer. I am an idealist. I am a perfectionist. I am a teacher. I can only show you the door. It is you who has to go through it. When everything fails and there is nowhere to go, you understand that I will be the last person on earth who will hate and rebuke you. I don't.

 But I am. It is not a subject of compromise. A faint heart will not be able to ride the river. You need guts to tame the storm and live it. And that is yet to happen. But when you can, you will reach the ocean. And then its bounty is for you to receive. I am me chauvinistic. Because at the end of it all, I am, what I am. I Am.