Journey to the Absence ( reversed to) Journey to the Presence.

 

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Journey to the Absence (When mind overtakes the heart)

I am at the airport, flying to my grave. My heart has been pounding in exhaustion. It has been days and days, when I dreamt that my family will come from all sides of the country, to sit once more and laugh and tell stories under the palm kennel tree. I must pay the price, I must be brave, I don't want any more of this nightmare, I must walk this out.

But what if they say that I was the black sheep of the family? And the one whom everyone despised? And I am the most dysfunctional of them all?

But I have packed all my bags, and have left my house, I am at the airport going to a town with colors. I am now standing at the door of my heart.

Then suddenly it hit me. My mind and my heart are now in conflict. To go or not to go? I need an answer.

Oh dear, the coming tomorrow is now fleeting. I am no longer going forward. The town with colors had suddenly disappeared off my mind, the children's laughter has turned to tears.

I gathered my bags hurriedly, leaving the airport and heading back to my house, to my own place of familiarity; back to my cave.

My head has finally done it again. It has brought me back to this place. Back into my own four walls, back into my own little world.

 Journey to the Presence. (When heart overtakes the mind)

 In my own little world, beyond the four walls, my heart has finally brought me to this place again, out from my cave, to my own place of adventure, heading to the airport, as I hurriedly gathered my bags.

The children's tears have turned to laughter. The town with the colors had suddenly appeared.  I am no longer going backwards. Oh my, The future is so bright.

I need an answer, should I stay or should I go? Then suddenly it hit me. My mind and my heart are now in conflict. I am standing at the door of my heart. I am leaving my house to the airport, going to a town with colors.

I have all my bags packed and have left the house. Who cares if I was the most dysfunctional of them all? If I was the one whom everyone despised? Who cares if I was the black sheep of the family?

 I must walk this out. I don't want any more dreams, I must be brave, I must pay the price. I dreamt that my family will come from all sides of the country, and sit once more and laugh and tell stories under the palm kennel tree. It has been days and days, and my heart has been pounding in excitement. Finally at the airport, flying to my destiny.