Chirp- A note from a fellow traveller

It's a rough road. This road that people call life.

It's strewn with hard rocks that burn under a merciless sun. You may need to run over them bare feet, to escape the heat of the stones. 

When it rains the same stone, turn slippery and you have to tread so carefully lest you slip.

And this road ends sometimes abruptly and you are on a slope that merges into the valley below and you walk in the wonder of the beauty, especially if the valley is being kissed by a setting sun.

And suddenly a stream cuts across the expanse of ground. Sparkling water. 

And you stop by its side, bend, and scoop the crystal clear water and drink, to quench a thirst that you did not know you had. You wash your hands and face and think it is heaven. 

But you leave the stream, which does not even become a memory and move on...

Sometimes into the heart of a merciless desert...but you cross the dessert too, and reach the road that leads to the oasis...

Life has been like that to me, life is like that to us.Slippery at times, brutal at others and immensely beautiful and quiet at other times It helps to tap into a pool of emotional balance that we all have.

 A fellow traveller...

I am just one of you...sitting in one of these cars or waiting for the traffic signal to cross the road.