This Mysterious Road...

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The blanket of life stretches across the valley as the wind blows calmly over the tips of the mountains. The endless plain of dust and hot dry dirt seems to have no occupants, it is as if the ground hasn't been walked over for years until now. I stretch my arm out to touch the occasional flash of light that seeps through the clouded sky and, for that moment, I question its surroundings, as it seems clouded yet feels barren and heated. My first abstract notion is that of touch and as I try to use that sense , I feel the misted air and its polluted surroundings. I force a couple steps forward sniffing with my snout stretched out in the air – the odours becoming more clear and disturbing while finally coming to a conclusion, they smelt of burnt dry grass, however there seems to be no grass in sight.

Suddenly, the endless silence is broken by a fade into a chaotic rumbling. The sound grows more wild and eventually becoming unbearably loud. Just then in the distance behind a cliff, a cloud of dust appears and out of it comes an invitation in the form of a pathway. It is seemed quite dusty and only there for a few minuets when it disappeared into the warm light air. Several minutes later, this messy elevated road re-appears. Unintentionally I walk as I am forced to follow this road across its barren wasteland.

This mysterious road is the centre of my life. As I grow up in a large, bustling city, I have learned early that my life is governed by the importance of roads and pathways. Day in and out I pass these roads, master and scrutinise the paths over my long and winding journeys. This mysterious road – this centre of my life, is not physical realm but is a spiritual experience that I undertake on a daily basis. There is a fine line drawn between morals and ethics, and the quest of my life is to determine the appropriate balance. This specific road, signifies the line between the spiritual and physical, which played an important role in the dominant teachings acquired from others. This road ,which channels through the centre of my insecurities, is the very phenomenon that I am growing to love but being forced to hate.

The mysterious road is the centre of my life. Physically is seems so insignificant however spiritually it represents my forceful life, how it is portrayed and who controls it. There is no way out, there is no way in, but my influential thoughts draw me to become one with this road. I stand alone shivering out of fear, the floor screams with anger as walk , my body feels bare and skinless, I look to my immediate left, and am obligated to stare at my appearance in a complex shadow form. My Eyes are dark, hollowed out with no pupils, my faces seems round. People say, “eyes are the window to the soul,” it is a pity I have no eyes but I am glad I do not have a soul for if I did , it would not be mine. I stretch out to the shadow and as my stubby middle finger reaches the apparition, it disperses into round circular motion.

I take another step along this mystifying trail, kicking each miniscule stone as I pass it. It seems so long physically, but spiritually, I am not tired. Every step that follows is trying to be prevented by each wild gust of wind, however my torso neglects these attempts and passes the wind as if it is only a breeze. I stand on the outside trying to pull some piece of complicated life from this world I know nothing about. Motivated to understand this spiritual nature, the worlds converged into one, a world of life. The simple existence of the road brought the very compulsive questions that caused me to wonder. Just as I don’t understand its exact purpose thousands of miles away, or even hundreds of thoughts away, I know its effect on me here and would now leave its impression on my still confused beliefs.

Conclusion 3 I begin to understand that I will not find the meaning of this nostalgic road today. From that thought I begin to understand that there is no line between morals and ethics, instead this mysterious will lead ones morals and ones ethics. In a direction never-ending Conclusion 2 Running through the barriers, squeezing past the forceful air , and providing my essential elements of life were the properties of this road. Although interacting with these surroundings for just a moment, the road would leave its mark, carrying on its way of life, never knowing where it would end, or if it ever ended Conclusion 1 I continue this long walk to freedom, but what is freedom if it is not your own. I then take a step back and turn around at a stand still. I sit my weakened body down, I think of reason why find myself here…I finally come to the conclusion that I am this line between morals and ethics, and even though I am not up to every ones standards, I am still me and nothing or nobody can change that.

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