I lived the transition
Change, the most heard political slogan, the dilemma of our contemporary youth and the most romantic mirage of progressives, is so enigmatic, diverse and evolutionary, I could have never imagined!
They say” embrace the change”, while taking each step that puts ones’ ideology at stake, sweeps away his purpose of life, his own self, still curious to know the unknown, experiment the trajectories that were never yours, makes you understand why Adam and Eve ate the apple? Why they were punished and still satisfied taking full ownership of their decisions. There was repentance still unstoppable evolution as well.
They say “welcome the change” while scratching one’s soul to the innermost layer and still expecting healing from the same side. Healing that comes on its own pace where no one can predict the inflammation, the infection or the complete annihilation it may bring, still ready to welcome with full zeal and festivity indeed.
They say, “stand for change, define boundaries”, where not a single person can define himself, his limitations let alone of the other side, where no one has ever questioned his own established thresholds, his own beliefs beyond the barometer of prejudices of religion, society and above all his class, still ready to unchain the enslaved ones.
They say, “sacrifice for change” where one can’t sacrifice; his own emotions for rationality, his ego for principles and above all his relationships for greater good. He surrenders to emotional psychopaths on daily basis and say, “he sacrificed” blatantly and still he celebrates “sacrifice for change”.
They say, “Change will take it own course”, where the course was always unidirectional, worshipping the flag bearer! Where one who tries to switch the course becomes a stream, a stream that was lost among the layers of rocks, that lost even its origin while finding the destination and still they are ready to strive for a new course.
Oh, my reader! I still love the ones who embrace change, who assimilates and who becomes the lost pages of a novel that were never published, who becomes part of a journey irrespective of destination, whose wounds are taken care by swirling winds and whose boundaries were always oscillating like the waves of sea.
Oh lord! I lived the transition, the long-waited transition,
A transition that flared up many rivers, desolated many fields
Still, vibrant enough to cause jerks in a dead wood
still enough, to make graveyards of thousands
Yet, remains the most wanted and everlasting spectacle