Just a thought

Here’s something I remembered and spent a couple of moments thinking about. Quite a while ago, I went to the beach with two of my friends – “ReeZ” and “S.MaD”. We enjoyed the breeze that came along with every wave, we talked about everything we did and plan to yet do, we laughed, we danced, we jogged, we raced, we drew on the sands (yes, like everyone, we tried to draw the lady with the biggest boobs, but unlike everybody else we tried to build a snowman out of sand… ) But again, like everyone, we laughed constantly and we did a lot of crazy things only close friends would bother doing together. We were really just being ourselves. We floated freely with the waves letting them carry us to meet no particular end. We shunned every jellyfish we found. There were probably a billion jellyfish swimming with us… and freaking us out!

Later, I went for a walk and I walked alone. Sometimes I like to be left alone. I just walked and breathed in the fresh breeze and I saw that to my left there was an old lady at the shore sitting looking tired and lazy. I felt her eyes following me as I walked along the shore in my extra bright orange mini-shorts and my long wavy hair that danced with the breeze. To my right, there was a young lady swimming with her baby who looked no older that six months. If I were to guess her age I’d say she’s 25. It was just too obvious that it’s her first baby and they looked amazing together.

A thought crossed my mind just right then. To the old lady observing me, I was her dream of youth and health. I was her long lost spirit of ambition and her very own self esteem. Yet, to the lady playing joyfully with her baby at the shore, I was but a sign that she’s blossomed into her golden age of maturity and complete independence as she settled with her life and formed her own family. So, to me, she was what I am to yet reach. And to her, I was what she has gladly and successfully left behind and made through.

So I walked along the shore feeling like I separated two different worlds and two different themes of dreams. There are things in life… very simple things in life… that amuse you. Their significance could be so profound most of the time. Will I one day become like that young mother with the beautiful baby and later become that old woman wishing I was who I am right now again? Such things just pull the triggers of an endless river of thoughts. You never know what tomorrow hides for you… if tomorrow comes that is!