As I traversed through the sandy shoreline, I could see these footprints in the sand. I wonder how many people come and go to escape the busy life in the city to unwind and forget those backlogs which needs to be done in their respective working places but the work never seems to get enough attention from their owners.
Those footprints represents one's existence. They may bump into each other or maybe one of those pairs have already vanished. Just like me, who wanted to feel life outside the four corners of our home and shake off the oneliness I've been feeling when one has to go back to their working places to continue with the kind of life they each have chosen.
Well, I am done with my task so I thought but no, it's not. Instead, it's my obligation as their mom to guide them morally. Thank God they still listen to their mother. I am not a lost soul after all. I still have y children who still needed me.
I wonder what are the lifestory of those other footprints in the sand but I know they have passed that way to ease the sorrows that had once enveloped their emotions, the uncertainties of what lies ahead. Parhaps or maybe not, I will be gone and won't be able to see the rising and the setting of sun by the morrow, who knows we will bump into each other and share our stories. Maybe one day, somehow, we'll be there...
This leaf have witnessed the good old days, so proud from where it stood looking down at the passersby from different walks of life. It had witnessed the wrath of nature yet it stood firm untouched.
Until one day, life gave up on it...nobody cared of it's downfall. Perhaps mother nature will wash it out to join the waves and sing a lullaby. It was a dream come true and within reach. Back then, it was only looking down where it was up there sitting on a pedestal.
Well, that's life. This leaf is like me, toughened by the hardships one cannot imagine. I am a survivor just like this leaf...
