..Visions of mockery..

I sat across a river bank wondering what it would take me to get to the other side. Could it be only motivation to try something new, or would it have to be a specific incentive that would pick my spirits up, and tug me across the crystal clear glistening waters.

I saw the water flowing upstream, others said it flew downstream. I thought of crossing over to the 'other side' but many believed that the side to be the main river bank, the side that was a constructive life, the side of companionship and joyous celebrations. For me it was noise. The leaves on this side fell the same as that side. Each bank competed with the other and had its stories, its tremors, its triumphs and of course, it's own little soul stuck-on-the-indecisive-side-of-life.

I saw laughter, the kind that ridicules a loser. I saw freedom, the kind that binds you without warning. But I also saw a fresh beginning. Difficult, yet promising. I sensed reason and emotions, warm as the stream on a crisp summer afternoon. I saw dreams and memories collecting amidst the jovial nightlife of the fireflies. I felt the noise fade away and turned mildly rhythmic. It could be hope, and an inclination towards the unknown, but I was not fully convinced.

I sat blinking. Thinking. Not moving. The water kept flowing. My moods changed faster than my perspective. The time swept smoother than my standing. The decision came quicker than my attempt at it.

And then I got up, waded through the river in neck deep water, water chilled..water blue..water so fresh and wet..

..and standing drenched on the other end, frozen to the bones, I looked around in surprise. I shivered. I grinned. I liked what I saw. I had found my daisies.

Now the challenge would be to convince myself to return someday...if ever..