I take you to a moment in time, a moment of myth ...
You are walking down the street, it is a fog-covered night with only the moon above to illuminate your vision. The fog seems to have a mind of it's own as it spreads before you and shows the way ahead with only small glimpses of it's concealed secrets. You hear a noise from in front, the clanking sound of shoes on the wet cold stone walk way. Then a figure appears a head of you and you realize that this person is not a mere visitor that will pass you by, but rather a person of anger a person who is there to do you harm. In your panic of the moment you loss all thought and enter the base thinking of all human beings, survival. Do you run? Do you fight? What do you do?
The man exposes a shining object and you realize this threat has gone from a simple attack to a moment of definition, a moment that defines who you are. A moment that if handled wrong, could be the last moment you ever experience. You think in your mind that you will run, but upon a quick turn you see that this man is not alone and you are in fact being surrounded from three sides with dark shadows that are soon to be within distance of harming you. The fog seems to thicken as your breath takes it's warmth into the air and adds to this moment of terror. The path seems unclear and you start to realize and accept that the moment is well defined and the outcome is becoming painfully clear, soon you will die and nothing can help you.
The last few seconds of your life, the pumping of your heart seems louder and stronger. You can feel the details of time from your fingers to your toes. The temperature of the air, the clothing as it touches your skin, and than the breeze as it goes through your hair. When will it strike, when will these men of evil intent, end this moment, and end this life? You scream, but the fog eats your voice in a muffled sound of hurt and despair. You fall to the ground and beg for your life, pleading for just one chance to live, one chance to run, and beg for the moments you have not yet seen, the moments and memories left to find. These pleas do not come from your brain, but from your heart, your inner being that knows how much you want to continue to live this life.
Then almost mystically, the fog thickens the noise moves to the distance and you realize you are just alone. You are just alone in a fog on the street, sitting there with nothing more then your fear and your imagination. Your clothing moistened by the perspiration of panic. You are alone, you are alone in the fog.
So many times in this life I have seen people walking through this world in a fog, a fog of concern, a fog of depression. They cannot see the trees on the hill, the color in the grass or the people in the distance. Then when this world throws them a threat, a threat that they might loss their life with. They beg, they plead for one more moment, one more chance to escape the fog, to see the color of life, to feel the passion of this world. Yet, when it has passed and things return to normal, they sit in the fog, unmoving, uncaring and alone. So to all of you walking in the fog, all of you not listening to your inner self before danger enters your world, follow the wind that blows this fog away. Leave the fog and see the true world and the true life that you have kept concealed long enough. You do not need to be alone, you do not need to be walking in the fog.
My thought
Dragon
Edited by - kenpodragon on 14 October 2002 16:41:28