The story of a broken heart

 

 

I looked forth the misty fog and I see a blissful place not far away from where I was standing. I dropped my head downward and saw pitch black darkness. I took a step back from the cliff. And my eyes started to rumble with tears. I kneed down on the rocky surface and cover my face with my hands. Why! I asked over and over. Suddenly a spark of snow white flashed before me.

The flare took me back to the past. I looked around and around I wasn’t on top of the mountain anymore. I was … Yes! my destination. And look is that my … my love? Yes it is. As I was approached her, another glare exploded; but this time it was gloomy black.

I was back where I started. My heart began to throb like it was being attacked but billions of ants. Thousands of thoughts busted out from my head. Each thought was took a side and the following thought contradicted that thought. Perplexity stroke me again. 

I looked forth again and this time the foggy mist is gone. I could see a clear image of the other side. I see laughter, I hear freedom, and I feel happiness. This craving trying to get to the other side has created another me, one that is silent and always in repression. Maybe it’s just a temporary feeling. I convince myself this temporary feeling would go away.

I look forth again. The more I look across the stronger craving. As Buddha stated “Craving comes from suffering” and only by following the 8 fold path you can reach Nirvana: Right View, Right Intention, Right Speech, Right Action, Right Livelihood, Right Effort, Right Mindfulness, and Right Concentration.

After refreshing my mind, I didn’t dare to look over again. I know it’s a vast sacrifice getting over to the other side. I might slip, or step into a crack on the unsecured bridge. The bridge connecting us wasn’t too far apart, but each step took a lot of courage. “Craving is suffering” I tell myself over and over again but it never gets into my mind.

I then became fidget; I sat on the lumpy floor even though it wasn’t comfortable I had to accept it. I starred up at the sky from day to night and from night to day. My eyes really opened up. In the morning, I would watch the clouds passed by and I would float along the sky with them. And when night came, I would light up the night with my pal moon.

After X amount of time, my craving no longer exist. I looked around and I started to question “Where?” I look forth but there weren’t anything there. Then I look back and I saw a bridge connecting to the other side of the mountain. The other side was filled with dark spirits of loneliness and emptiness. I turned around and looked up.

                                                                                                By : XXXXX XXXXX