In moments of casual wondering, I am often greeted with the thought of tomorrow. Not my tomorrow, not the coming tomorrow, but the far future, the future we don’t have even the slightest idea about. The future of Centuries Ahead.
Centuries ahead, will it all be the same, the emotions, the love, the feelings, the expectations, the experiences, the reactions, the repercussions? Will a quiet evening at a terrace breathing in the site of sunset, mean the same as it does today? Pretty little things, even a tiny squirrel, will it be lovely enough to be a subject of some poetic phrase, or for that matter will it even be there? Will lakes give the same calm? The hills, the giant woods, the birds, the roads….will the still call out to us?
Love. Will it be cherished, even for its little stroke in one’s life? Or there will be no charm? Will emotions continue to rule the human life, or will that sway be lost? Will there be anything like “feeling lost”, the kind which leaks a different creative thread? Will there be a need for company, will friendship be a part of life? Will there be laughter as strong that it refreshes your soul, and smile that kills for good? Will there be thumping of heart, and tears and heating anger?
Centuries ahead, will we be this alive?
Centuries ahead, will it all be the same?
- Srishti :)
- Srishti :)