"Remember when u were young, You shone like the sun!! Shine on u crazy diamond!!!" What follows is a very abstract chat i had with myself..
Remember when u used to fly, u sometimes looked down from the sky, and wondered where u learned to fly like this. You never even consciously made an effort to rise, u just flew..no one told u how to do it, u just had it figured out...
And u wondered who are the people down there and couldn't understand why they aren't up there as well. U stayed there as effortlessly as u had got there that u lost track of urself. U took it for granted and didn't even realize when the slide began. And by the time u realised, u are lying on the ground, bruised, battered and torn; and most importantly stunned. Stunned that u could ever stoop so low. U found urself incapable of ever descending to such depths..
But destiny is cruel, mate, and now lies the hardest part, climbing the path again. But it isn't easy with a battered ego and only memories of ur past glories to keep u going. The misty mountains beckon u, almost mockingly with their height and permanence...
U just cant fly right now..u need some elevation to take off. But the terrain is treacherous, sharp jutting protruding rocks, steep wet and slippery slopes, u walk a yard, and they push u back two. But stangely u get a feeling u will fly again. U somehow know u will soar in the skies again. Because thats where u belong.and again crucially, u have been there..
I stumble past the rocks and as time passes, I can feel my strength coming back and my vigour returning. And now i rise effortlessly to the mountain top. The rocks themselves move out of my way, they know in their hearts nothing can stop u, and standing on the top of the mountain of ur dreams, u say to urself....
"RENEWED SHALL BE THE BLADE THAT WAS BROKEN, THE CROWNLESS AGAIN SHALL BE THE KING!!" And u jump from the cliff and head into the skies, up,UP AND AWAY!!!
What stayed with you?
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