Amongst the clouds
Standing at this mesmerizing height, while the moving clouds have gone still for some time and the hazy pine trees are stirring a reminiscence of the past; I wish I spend the last moments of my life here, in old age, having done everything I wanted to, ever since I was a child.
We all forget everything. The routine in KE which had occupied me for so long; it now seems a long-forgotten memory of the past, like something totally impossible to gather by conscious thought. From the child in the village who used to sit over the fence and watch the day break to what I have become now, nothing seems important. That's what achievements are in the end, Life can sometimes shatter us to the core and make us question the very foundations of it with no relief or escape in our immediate surroundings. Nihilism is the ultimate pitfall but the only way out is probably to embrace it. In the words of Nietzsche himself:
"And we should consider everyday lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh"
