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I always loved to travel to the unknown and far away lands where no one knows me, a place where I can hide and forget. A place where I can say what I think and do what I want without a fear of being judged. I know the ship is waiting to sail away and there is not much time. Like all the travellers to a distant land I have to pack few belongings which consists of nothing more than my memories and things that are dear to me that I have the sole ownership. I can see the distant dusk and the orange sun that is setting quietly and majestically into the sea of hope. A hope that will be lit at the dawn......... I am packing and I hear a knock at the door, I open the door and see the teary eyes of my friends who are wishing me well and the smiles of my foes who are looking at me with skeptism. Nevertheless, I look at both with a smile and bid farewel to one and all......... The past came along and asked me if I take her with me, for without her I can't be me. I smiled and embraced her and said "Not all of you for I only have a small space in my luggage, I can only take a part of you that is dear, a part of you that is painless" My past smiled at me and bid farewel and left what I could take. Then the shadow came along and asked if I take him with me, I cried and said "I now have my own shadow to take with me, I didn't buy a ticket for thee" Like all the travellers I will look one last time at every corners and every streets, review every path that I took sailing through them with pain and pleasure, and say good bye to one and all...... I am packed now....amazing how painful it is to leave, yet the ship is there waiting for me. I saw my past once again looking at me as if she knows how I feel, I ran to her, held her tight, Cried "you will always be a part of me, but I can't take you with me" I get on the ship, I see the distant land, I know I will be free. A last look at what I left behind, I see my past waving at me and slowly vanishing in the haze, saying "goodbye"
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On Sunday, Just rest
