…a story,a story that was lost in the mists of time,should now,I feel,be told…

‘How can I begin that which I do not understand?’-He cried aloud,the first sound he had uttered for many a year.

‘Read my soul if you wish…’

‘What did you say sir?’-His butler said.

He did not hear his approach,and so was startled,he did not know how to reply for a moment.

He did not have the words,it was almost as though they refused to be uttered.

‘Forgive my idle chatter,my good man,I was merely examining myself.’

‘Forgive me sir,this may be above my position,but can I express my opinion?’

‘Please my good man,feel free,after all you have never let me down before,for that,I owe you a great deal.’

‘Thankyou kindly sir,that is very kind of you,what I was going to say was,Is analysis [of the self]not the start of the path to understand others also?’

The weather was inclement,so I sat for a while,in a small cafe,where even dirt seemed dirty,yet all,strangely, seemed comfortable.
Is it comfort we all crave for? Or is it just the want for beauty? By which I mean,do we simply want what we cannot have? -Of course you say!How can you be so ignorant?- Do you now see,how much repetition is found in life? -At my (or anyone of my age) time of life,so much is repeated,it is seen as ‘new’ -May I add I mean no disrespect,life is a learning curve,which we all have to go through,if I do anything in my life,I hope I can share something that strikes a meaningful chord for others.I don’t (for the record) consider myself to be wise,if anyone feels positive emotions from reading my humble write,I am beyond honoured,thankyou.

I leave the cafe in the rain,I have no umbrella,it is not far,

can I write the rest?

-I simply am not able to,it is raining too much for me to do so…

…I am indoors now,I pick up my mobile to ‘scrawl’ a note,and I realize (as I expect we all do at times),that to ‘write’ in the mind,Is just as valid,if not more so,than when one writes upon the page.

‘If only’…,that ,my friends is a question we all have to face in life.’

A short,succinct sentence that stands on its own.

Is this a piece to be worked on? -Who am I to decide that? Accept how you feel,as an individual,find the answer and then comes the realization how individual each of us are.Why stop there? We could also apply that principle to the seperate forces of nature(or whatsoever you wish) ,the parameters are within our grasp to set.
If you read this,I thankyou so much for stopping by 🙂