Distorted Memories

The red glow of the setting sun weaves and ripples over yonder horizon I gaze from the edge of a cliff with no path to advance even a step forward was so sad and gloomy I turned myself back to see the trail I have left behind. And I saw the path I walked in the past, I walked again the path of past and spotted myself standing along the side of the path and at that moment an irresistible impulse I wanted to hug and cry with him because he looked so sad and lonely. The one who I dearly loved, the one who I overly valued, therefore, couldn’t unleash was nothing more than a shadow reflecting on the roadside, the shabby shadow, looks more miserable than anything else comparable to things that which surrounds him. Why is that so? That’s because I didn’t know everything under the sun had their place and went before me, or I don’t even want to know the reason for the existence of things or search for this simple and clear reason for existence of the things. And that means that my happiness and sadness were moving along with the time calmly from the bridge over eternity. My anxiety and joy dwelt in the cave of darkness, turning its back to the world from the beginning of the time and way before the dawn of my existence. Since view from this, where I came this far without the problems that beyond my capacity to cope with, is admirable. Although I am standing at the edge of the cliff it can be said that it’s a great blessing to me and a privilege to watch the red glow of the setting sun.