the longer route
i took a different route home last night. as they repeatedly say, “it’s not the destination, but it’s the journey”. the new route was slightly longer yet delightful, i am easily fascinated by flyovers and high-rise apartments with view of the city and i blame hollywood for injected such dreams into my head. constantly and secretly i dream about my balcony and windy jasmine scented weekday nights.
as I drove, i heard her sing “you were my strength when i was weak …”.
arriving at the destination, i was beat, totally. screw the different journey; i am fighting a losing battle no matter which route I take. tonight i decided to give in and it’s very unlikely for a person born at the end of the seventh month to do so, as we take pride in our ego and self-righteousness.
as i type, i hear him say “i am your strength when you are weak …”, in his own secret dialect, in his own unselfish unconditional way.
as I drove, i heard her sing “you were my strength when i was weak …”.
arriving at the destination, i was beat, totally. screw the different journey; i am fighting a losing battle no matter which route I take. tonight i decided to give in and it’s very unlikely for a person born at the end of the seventh month to do so, as we take pride in our ego and self-righteousness.
as i type, i hear him say “i am your strength when you are weak …”, in his own secret dialect, in his own unselfish unconditional way.