The Undulating Fi
(My response)
A dull, dreary, and monotonous life, I never liked.
The one I wished for was like an undulating field—challenging
but victorious.
Always staying up but never looking down on anything, human
or animal.
I had dreams, and their fulfilment was paramount to my being.
What I had not bargained for was the world and its many faces.
I had not known then, that undulating fields hardly bear any
yields.
I had not bargained on the constraints and limitations that the
world grants.
That the passage of life is controlled by time and waits for no
one.
Making a living, family, friends, and all must fit within
constricted boundaries.
A life like ‘an undulating field’ I achieved, but at the cost of my
dreams.
That may be the case, but I stayed in touch, and my aspirations
lingered on.
Those traits once acquired, stay and never lose their taste nor
flavour.
They did not fade away because all of it was inherent.
A gift, a talent, a misdemeanour, an annoyance? I was once
confused.
I was loved, adored, encouraged, motivated, and applauded
because of it.
It also was the root of hatred and malice. I was bullied and jeered
by some.
But I was happiest then, with ‘my head in the clouds’, as my dad
would say.
No photo nor film could capture what his heart could discern and
commit to memory.
That was then, before responsibilities and accountability came to
stay.
There were family and friends and a living to earn. Chores to
be done.
But times go by, nights turn into days, seasons change. Nothing
stays the same.
Long-forgotten memories resurface, and so do hopes and
dreams.
Abandoned practices regain favour as priorities change and new
discoveries are made.
It’s surprising how ingrained traits spring into action once
evoked.
How wonder and mystery return as if they had never left.
But the beauty of it all is that opportunities arise that make it
possible for us to pursue the realisation of our dreams.
KIKISUN Writes 