The fall

I was just like you, fresh and fine, ready for the journey, ready for life. They told me my destiny, my desire and I was excited to know that I mean something; the cycle of life has me as its important cog; if I don't function, it will fail. I felt good, important and started on the road I was supposed to.

It was tough from the beginning and I remembered them saying many falter. The road was narrow and steep and I just couldn't stick to it. I slipped once and quit immediately. Bye path! You may be right, but let me be wrong.

I wandered. Saw things I wasn't supposed to, touched shores I wasn't told to. I drifted far away from where I should have been, may be could have been. I changed in color, shape, smell, taste and became something different. I wasn't proud but wasn't hiding either. I roared, I smashed and the road felt good.

Then I saw the fall, the end. Now, I knew, why I was told not to. But here I am and well I had fun! You know- the crevices I broke, the rocks I tumbled, loved me! The weather I smiled at gave me wind; the sand, gave color. Now, I am going to fall and the world would shake their heads, "unfulfilled destiny".

Do they know me? They see me as an unfortunate misfit, far away from the sea. But I lived, definitely not the way I was supposed to, but the way I could... And that's exactly the way I am going to fall. Roaring, smashing, respecting the edge, the dip; the best way I can. Will they let me?

Well! Why you think you are here?