Walking beneath the night sky
August 19, 2007
When the land is silent and the air is still.
At the end of the day, everything comes to a closure. For some, it marks the temporary break from the daily grind. For some, it could just mean another day spent. And for some, it makes no difference.
For me, nightime is when the soul calms and the mind unwinds.
I’d always fancy the idea of decking out at somewhere out in the open in the middle of the night, when the air is crisp and cool. A lil’ blanket or a thin rug spread out unto the grassy field and I’d lay back and gaze up into the night sky.
Imagine, it’d appear as if you’re looking into an infinite velvet space peppered with twinkling stars; all glittering in its subdued brilliance. Occasional light breeze then caresses the skin as the eyes remain fixed upon the other end of the earth.
I believe this would be a really great way to soothe the mind and soul. For some, it could be a form of escapism where one is momentarily lost beyond the stillness of the night. For some, it could be a safe and tranquil heaven for the mind to work its magic. And for some, it would be the perfect backdrop for a simple yet meaningful banter between two good ol’ souls – be it the hopes and the journey between two lovers, or the dreams and aspirations between two childhood friends.
Life is really and truly a roller coaster ride. For every win, there could be another greater success. For every loss, there could be yet another deeper heartbreak. No one knows for sure what tomorrow would bring. We’d all understand that in each of our own lives there is a form of routine to it; the degree of predictability. But then again, there is only so much that we could expect for a certainty. Sometimes it only takes a very minute change to turn a day into something out of the ordinary.
I’d take one day at a time; one step at a time. I believe that for every eventual outcome, we all each would have to walk down our own paths. It is considered prudent and wise to look ahead, but sometimes you could be so intent on the finishing line that the appreciation for every step towards may be lost. I could understand that we can be so driven to achieve something till we single-mindedly occupy ourselves with nothing else except for that notion.
Life trains a man to be both a realist and an idealist; to aim and hope for the ideal best, yet to acknowledge realities and prepare for the worst.
All part and parcel of the journey, of course. But while I’m at it, I thought it’d be a good idea to occasionally veer off the path and unto the grass. I’d look back at the road travelled and appreciate that I am where it has taken me; and look ahead and anticipate here onwards how it would be.
Nightime provides the silent mirror to both recollect, and to gaze into.
If I lay here,
If I just lay here,
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?
– from the song Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol –