The Dupery Of Time.

The boy was rebellious in his mind, mettlesome in his zeal, and had inarticulately cultivated an unquenchable desire to do something different, to do something which would strike all odds and make even. But, the rebellious mind couldn't realize the potency of refractory Time. 

    The only person, or thing, against whom you would last think of having a skirmish, would be Time. It is that last trump card in your game of Rummy, which can steal the breath of all players who have been playing blind for so long! In a fraction of seconds it can make the worst seem the auspicious and, within seconds, it can sway away the bliss into dark misery. 

Nevertheless, boy was used to this.

    For the world, he is impatient frivolous brat, but in within the mortal layers of body, lies his conscience which is adorned with the jewel of patience -patience like no one ever imagined he would possess. The more impatient he seems on outside, far more patient he is on inside. Next to patience is belief. 

     The most precious gift, sapiens could expect from the Creator was consciousness, particularly self-consciousness. But belief is far more powerful and priceless. Mankind owes all what it is now to its belief that - as a single community it can strive and excel among all other species.  With the belief as strong as a boulder, even mountains can be reduced to small sand dunes! If Orpheus with his song- which was his belief- could move mountains and trees and could charm Eurydice, why can't we achieve our goals with all our beliefs? Now, this guy had got strong belief in his patience! He wanted to hold all his strings together and march steadily towards the zenith. He had that vision. He had that capability and potential. But, what he lacked at was, the philanthropy of time.

The same gibberish of "Everything has its own time" overruled everything else!

However, he had patience to observe the unfolding time, and he had the belief to strike back when the "time" was apt.

The teen knew it. He knew all this. He knew all "if"s and "but"s. He knew all "what"s and "why"s. Only thing he didn't know was "What now?" and "What next?". He had to extract the order among the chaos. Alone, he couldn't gather the required courage. He needed a tap on his back to go ahead with his intentions, fearlessly.

      Even the Noah's ark needed the help of winds and water current to set its sail. So does our protagonist. He needed the support. The support to show light in the foggy air, to grasp his hand if he falls down, to pick him up if he stumbles. He does find support. Not only support, but also fellow voyagers on the Odyssey.

       He was all set to start working towards making his foothold. He just needed to find answers to some questions and also, answers  to those questions, which he never knew were raised against him. He needed to start all over again. He needed to learn to climb all over again. He was preparing himself to fall again, and learn. He was preparing to "fight again". But this time a brave fight, and probably the last fight.

       He was able to recall now, recall all what happened. Its not like, he had lost his memory. It was a trauma, which had shocked him from within. So, more appropriately, he was recovering, and recuperating his lost confidence, and bracing himself for a fight for his crest and proving that "time doesn't define what happens to you, it is our hardwork which is the deciding master.". He could see his past. He knew, if he wanted to ace it this time, he needed to be strong believer in patience and ought to shun all his previous mistakes with finesse. And, for this he knew he had to look back into his past, nose out his flaws, and amend himself accordingly. In short, trumpets had already blown in his mind and soul and life, and he had already embarked on his daunting goal again! Next what awaits him was, realization, re-evaluation and boom, success. (PERHAPS!)

          The boy, struggling to find reason among chaos- chaos is his mind and life, decides to rake his past, correct himself. He was seen for the first time to have some plan in his head and a vision in front of his eyes. 

He remembers reading these particular lines that time-

"So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom..." (Psalm 90:12)

This sums it up all. Time had shown him its value and Rizal knew consequences of its dupery. In the search for reason, answers, motivation and peace, he sets off.

(Yes, Rizal is the name of our hero)

*But, amidst all, if something was missed, it was his ever-persistent bright smile.*