Pit Stop

As the light from the sun diffuses it's ray in the vast sky. As birds begin to end the day's worthwhile flight. A common man ending the constant, unvariable ways of his work. With vehicles finding it's last stretch of motion on the road. Eventually, dusk fills the place. Spreading darkness as distant as it could reach.

Another day's ended. A temporary stop to one's weary hand. A layover for someone's stressed body. While the night is in deep slumber. As patches of stars shed a twinkling gleam. Echoes of wind whistling a lullaby. Time to rest an exhausted soul.

A man could not almost escape exhaustion. A sun risen in the east would be new for every man. Expecting nothing less but pleasant surprises. Aided with faith and an uncanny knack for mysteries they set forth with their journey. Oblivious for the risks they might ran into. Unmindful of where fate would take them.

He starts a day with zest. A day to dance, to sing, to have fun, to learn, to love. Vigorously discussing the ways of life. Enthusiastically exploring the mysteries the world has to offer. Taking time to smell roses, tasting the sun- sweet berries, sprawling into green grasses.

Bounded with their day to day responsibilities. A day to master that utmost tiresome routine. A day compressed with passions, hopes, and dreams. A day to complete those half- written stories. To get to know strangers. To comprehend stange words some people try to squabble.

People live their day not with the way they want it. They keep on repeating the mistakes they had in the past. As they keep on going the arduous track of life, they would be hurt, by the same people, with the same reasons. Either way, it's but necessary to forgive and forget. For some, it may take a while. For others, it comes in a jiffy. Within their track, they fail, tumble, and fall. On this day, tomorrow, the next day after tomorrow, by the following week. It doesn't specify date, nor cause.

But a day would always signify firsts. First achievement, first breakthrough, first dance, first swim, first love, first heartache, the first fear. In day spent with ponder and muse time is relatively slower. If spent with merriment it goes like a flash. A day could make or break you. In times of failure, learning is an option. Standing up and taking the right road ahead. In moments of anguish, healing may not seem so distant. Breathe and be free. In periods of great gladness, learn to look back. It's not hard, to stop and be thankful.

After a day full with learning and worth, comes the cue where the sun would set. As a day comes to a halt, everything must conspire. Taking time to rest a weary soul. But more than a state of inactivation, the dark signifies a constant reminder. Recall, recount, remember. People live by memories, tied to someone else's memory. And memories is all what makes a person yearn for the following day.

The dusk, may be the end of the day. The last and final period. Last achievement, last breakthrough, last dance, last swim. An end to love that tingles, the last torment of heartache, and fear would cease. But last would not always mean end. Last could only arouse hope. Fervent and fiery. Hope for the sun to rise the next day. Shedding light to the wholeness of the horizon. Hope of a new day, memoirs, and life itself.