Complete the Prose Contest:
The sky has a secret message for those who believe in phases. One day you can be full of black clouds that bring you rain and other days you would be clear and blue. Sometimes the sun will sprinkle some orange hue on you and other times......
......and other times you'd be walking the grass bare foot on the cold morning dew.
There will be days when you'd be sitting all alone under the sky, with no one to talk to, drenched in the rain of your emotions, but there would be no clouds in the sky.
And some days you'd enjoy in rain, relieved from the haunting pain, because you would have realised that the sufferings are now a bygone past, that just came to place you in the right direction and now you have to move on. A new sky, a new dimension of life awaits you.
Something you'd be riding alone, pulling the throttle,
burning the gas, a ride of solitude downtown, regardless of the hustle that's buzzing the town.
And then there will be days when you'd be grateful to have someone accompanying you on the journey of life, passing through the country side, breathe in the esctasies of nature, under the blue open sky, soothing gentle breeze, mildly blowing by.
You will lose people that were once with you under the same sky, but now they're gone. And for a while you'd think you're all alone. But under the same sky you meet new people, and some will become friends and some will not. And that shouldn't put you down. You have to balance between the smiles and frowns. That's life, sky changes colours, sometimes pink, sometimes blue, sometimes gold vermillion hues and sometimes it gets darker too.
It's not that everytime it'll be day, night engulfs and takes the hues away. You'd have to stay strong, have a sound sleep and wait for the dawn.
One day the sky would rain, you watching through the window pane, sipping your coffee, thinking how life's changed. Recounting the days that passed, how rapidly the calendar changed. That's the moment you'd realise, everything that you've been through was not in vain.
You lose something and something you gain. Life goes on for some, and for some it stops. Time doesn't stop to wish you good day or say goodbye. It just passes, like the clouds in the sky. Sometimes it rains joy and sometimes it's a gloomy overcast.
For sky is the canvas that changes hues, it's a painting. It changes hues with different phases. The colours might sometimes match, but the phases are not always the same.
Yes, the phases may recurr, but observe closely, there would be something missing, an unknown fear of what the next phase would bring.
But sometimes, phases do surprise in a pleasant way, experiencing a joy you never expected.
A fading phase is hard to catch. You must learn to let go, because a new phase is waiting to follow.
Yes I do believe in phases. Phases are metaphors of life, adding to life a rythm, which otherwise would have been a blank canvas.
The sky is still the same, but now you're a different person, passing through the conveyor belt of phases, that clock still ticking, clouds floating weightless in the painting of life. But you've changed, changed for better.