You know what’s amazing about
dark? Sometimes it makes it easy for you to say what you can’t say in
illumination. It reveals you, in front of yourself. Even when you don’t want it
and when you don’t expect it to do so. You can always see your clearer
reflection in self mirror in dark.
She too was trying to see herself
in this magical mirror of life in her early sixties when her twenty seven years
old daughter probed her. Sometimes old age put more wrinkles in our minds than
on our faces. She could see her wrinkles in tenebrosity unveiling the tragedies
and comedies of past sixty years. A young lady was bullied, dropped out of home
because she was a drug addict, because circumstances made her so. She was a
young, beautiful lady who faced the betrayal and torture of this world alone
but didn't let anyone ruin her. The one who lived for herself. She was moving through the pyramidal streets
of her mind which ended up on the question “Zoe, How are you living
devil-may-care life in this wild world? How did you go through everything
without giving it the power to hurt you?”
You know what did the voice say
when it was heard in murkiness around her?
“Kiddo, There are three kinds of
people. Those who learn from their misapprehensions and never repeat them
again. Then, those who know their mistakes but repeat them again and again. And
lastly, those who are always busy in regretting their past. I never let myself
become the third one”.
