The incessant Bridge
Childhood is precious. Everyone wants to relive it. But as a child we can’t deny that we all wanted to grow sooner. We all wanted to be an adult with certain position. The world of adult seemed charming and fun. But what we didn’t know was that there is a bridge to cross over. To be an adult is easy; but why being an adult was fun for us that time requires to cross that bridge, an incessant bridge!
I am here on the bridge at middle of nowhere. There is no turning back and front seems infinite. I cannot cry for help as I have left the home far behind with a promise and people with me on the bridge are suffering the same as me. I am walking and walking with a hope. I can see the horizon but it moves further as soon as I reach. I am tired for now. I took a break. I see darkness around and I am afraid. What if I will never be able to cross this bridge? I have heard about people who have crossed. Some of my mates have. And so I carry on walking in a HOPE . I see many people around me, some tired and some walking. As I walk I see the beauty of this darkness. Though path is hard it had taught me many lessons. I see few paths in between. But I left this one too, as my destination is bigger and more beautiful. And so I will walk and walk until I cross this incessant bridge to reach my Shangri-la.
