You know sometimes we see something’s end before it even begins, and most of the time we know nothing we do can change the future. Yet, we try so hard to see another picture from the painting standing right in front of us. We just say in our minds, “It is difficult but not impossible”. Yeah that’s the duel – The Unachievable versus The Possibility or better yet, Probability. We see how things should be, how they have always been, but still hold on to a string of hope, a string of exception, a string of mutual exclusive probability – where one event does not depend on the other.
We see the bridge right in front of us. Looking up, we see the victory flag on the other side, and it’s like “Yes! Go for it!” but then at the first step on the old wooden bridge, we can’t seem to take our mind off the fact that it could shatter right under our weary feet. With every step, the journey looks longer; with every step, the bridge gets weaker. It goes on and on, with an alternating view of reality and dreams. The former shows us not making it. It shows that the bridge either gives up on us and breaks apart or that we give on the bridge and turn back to safety. The latter shows us that we could be as light as a feather and walk through or if the bridge fails, we could grow wings and fly across.
These views keep coming until the breaking point. This point is at the middle of the bridge. There we stand in total silence, nothing but streams of thoughts flowing through our heads. The bridge behind is weak now, but we are not certain of the one ahead of us. We try to reach out for the flag as if it moved half way forward too – but it still there and out of reach. And at the flash of a camera’s bulb, all is calm and it dawns on us. It took us getting half-way to realize it. The fear of the bridge was infinitesimal to the savour of victory. The reason we got mid-way was the faith we had, the fate we believed in and the strength that lied within both. And with all those elements still dominant especially at this time of realization, we forge ahead. It seems Pretty Precarious, but we are Certainly Conscious.