The irony of it was that it was I who heralded the beginning of the end. It was an end that was inevitable, written and rewritten hundreds and thousands of times before we had even existed. The path could have been anything but the end was staunch, unyielding and unmoving. The destiny only differed in the journey, in its inception towards its inescapable ending.
It was like flying off a cliff, willingly, for the thrill- the plummet, the fall that makes one rethink the whole boring definition of life. For that split second in time that lasts forever, imprinted indelibly in the deepest recesses of your soul. But it is only but a fraction of time in the hard, immovable reality- you could live your whole life in it- and then it’s gone. And suddenly you realize that the ground is coming closer and closer, opening up to greet you, faster and faster, gaining momentum with each lapse in time and you close your eyes against the predestined thud that was always there, even at the beginning, even in that infinitesimal and everlasting moment in time.
And the agony that you knew, you knew with extreme conviction, was just waiting to pounce on you. I will be ready for it when it comes, you had told yourself. But one can never be. Whenever it comes, be it now, be it tomorrow, be it in ten years from today or be it at the deathbed- it will always be too soon, always sudden, unexpected. And you will always be unprepared.
Against your deepest desires, against your wishful thinking, against your heartfelt prayers, the end will still be the same, even then.
And I tempted fate, challenged destiny. And the world at my feet broke apart.
P.S. It could also be the beginning of the realization of an old dream (you can guess what). I had this stowed away in some distant, forgotten corner of my hard drive, and now seemed like a good time to brush off the dust of it, and bring it out into the world. ~G.