There comes a time in life when you feel surrounded by barricades of freezing fog and suddenly, white isn’t pleasant anymore. You’d seen the inevitable winters coming but you were too busy enjoying the yellow of the summer and the pastels of springs.
And now, you have the fog relishing on you while you sit in maybe a corner, for you cannot really tell where you are amidst the murk, feeling helpless.
You are supposed to make your way through the fog, you’ve heard. But you’re enchained by the legs while your head screams commands for you to get up and walk ahead like the others, for that is what you’ve read and been taught all your life. But no one will ever understand just how strong the en fetters binding your legs are and just how impossible it is to do something that your mind doesn’t want you to.
I’ll tell you what; sometimes, it helps to sit exactly where you are. Sit idly, knowing there’s an open sky above you not accusing you of being a fainéant and air around you that is helping you stay alive, while the dormancy gives you strength to survive it and if you’re lucky, even walk through it.
For what’s carved on the walls will hunt you down anyway.
And sometimes fog surrounds you not so you can cut your way through it but to give you the strength to survive it. It is destined. For surviving through it is just as important as defeating it and sometimes, surviving through all of it is the way of defeating it. You can just never tell.
And for the fog to clear, you have to have a clear mind. What you’ll learn is that your mind was as crammed with the fog as you were surrounded by it. You need to see things beyond your desire for perfection and meeting deadlines. Accept the ineluctable and survive it, if you cannot overcome it. For in the end, warmth of the sun rays always pierce their way in. Always.