A Path in the Moonlight

Life is made in a path to the moonlight. Amidst the darkness that covers our existence, we choose the way towards the unreachable light. A path we vow to tread towards the end. The road made from our own choices.

We exhuast ourselves in making sure that the path is in accordance to what we want it to be and where it will lead us. We stick to the pathway even if hell is poured upon us, a sign of conviction. The pride that we are the master of our lives, and nobody can influence what we wanted our lives to be.

Yet, to stray from the path means death. A flaw in our quest for perfection. To wander aimlessly in the darkness holds a grim future. But human as we are, we stray away from what we have aimed for. An unavoidable fact.

To deviate from the way is a common thing. Our human frailty ensures that we commit this act time and time again. The concept is not whether we strayed from the path we made, but on how many times we forced ourselvses to return to the path we had taken.

Once we get lost, the road may never be found. Yet we cannot just stay lost forever. We must put our soul to the effort of finding our pathway to the moon again. That even if we may not reach the light at the end, we have been guided by that light. The moon may be miles away, but the idea that we are walking in its rays is a sense of satisfaction that atleast, we may be doing what we think is best for our existence.