Alas! I took a trip to eternity

What is existence? And what is this fleeting eternity? And why is every high has to come with a low as if they are bundled, packaged and sold together?

Well, if you are asking me about my current existence, then I have to inform you that I am in the middle of ecstasy. I am delighted and enlightened like the Joy Angel and the Light Angel, respectively. Ahhh, the boredom of the pain came to a full-stop and I am enticed beyond the boundaries.

But, if you are asking me about the mystery of the four lettered word, then that is a whole new issue. Because the simile of my LIFE was that of a hungry traveler, trying to search his sustenance in the vastness of the sea, in a winter time. The unforgiving freezing temperatures were so cruel to send the citizens of the ocean bed hungry, let a lone about me – me the foreigner. When the species in the sea saw me, my situation was in shambles, due to my mounting mistakes, and I immediately became the laughingstock for them. But that was then, and now I am primitively in eternity – a fleeting one that forgets it’s past, and it is deaf, dumb and blind about the future. Ahhh, this joy can take one to his or her grave.

If my joy was a delicious dinner, it would have altered your taste senses, completely, and your tongue would have murmured many more times ‘I have never tasted this before or after, the likes of it.’ If my joy was a living creature, it could have been the most admirable creature you ever laid your eyes on. It could have even repaired the broken hearts of the innocent and restored vision to the sightless mothers, so that they can see through what is in their wombs with their bare eye balls; and yet they would have delivered their babies without pain or painkillers. Ahhh, this precious period is better than that of a monkey boasting about the porridge in its pocket.

Even if the vexatious demon, despair and disaster were to bring their full forces directly into my dacha, to destroy my dignified delight, they would have returned without even a decay on my desk or disdain on my door. ‘Damn, without a doubt his delectable delight drove us out to a distance, deliberately. Our duty has been barred, for a time’, would they have uttered. Ahhh, even a dab-chick would have denounced anyone or anything that tries to sink this moment of mine.

The question was, and perhaps still is, ‘why do the babies cry when they are born?’ But this joy of mine would have reversed this process and replaced the cry with a joyous smile. Even the Death Angel would have performed its daily duty in a different setting. A setting that would have allowed the soul bearer to cry out of laugh and joy, amidst of losing his greatest asset of all time: LIFE. Ahhh, my soul is embedded with mercy and my heart is detonating bombs-of-gratitude, because you helped me take this trip.

Alas! I wish I could put the gear on a neutral and brake the brakes for this beyond pleasant moment. Alas! I wish I could subdue the splashes that will spoil these seconds. Alas! I wish I could tie the time and topple the tide, for a time, at least for the time being.

Wait, wait, wait. I thought three things were a great fiction to my life: True Love, Real Perfection and Forever Happiness. Alas! my eternity is my eternity; precisely it is man’s eternity, and it is none of these. Alas! It is bounded by destiny, preordained by its One and Only Owner.

My heart once said to me…I am jealous when prosperity arrives; for I sure do know that adversity will follow, just like how the dark-night breaks through the day-light. And I am content when adversity arrives; for I sure do know that prosperity will follow, just like how the delightful-summer crashes and over-powers the dreadful-winter.

I guess you can invalidate my introduction and conclude that I didn’t take a trip to eternity, rather I took a scape from the reality of the real world, momentarily. Perhaps no dwelling in this dream until one day delightful death dips me deep down the surface of the earth to experience real eternity.

Excuse me, I have to leave it here; I heard Ding-Ding-Ding on my door. I have to answer it.

Author: Abdinasir Haji-Bare