THE OLD MAN OF THE SEA
He sat at the edge of the cliff while he pondered at the cloudy sky over the horizon. The waves below seemed like tiny bits of wools being blown piece by piece into slow motion bits of memories. Silence filled his entity except for the sounds of yesteryears and whispers of unfullfilled dreams.
The sea had thaught him so much. It had never failed to mesmerize him with wonders of new things to understand each of his days. Yet till that very day he still couldn`t erase the feeling that had been haunting him all the years throughout his life. All the storms that he had ridden and survived. All the glittering fishes that he had caught. All the islands and the treasures that he had found. The fearsome sea battles that he had fought, won and at times lost. All the happy songs sung in ships filled with joy and laughter. The never ending waves that at times had swayed his hopes into tiny fragments of oblivion that could never be mended. Unexpected happy endings and unexpected sad ones too.
At the edge of the cliff he sat. His hands over his head while he ran his fingers over his hair that had only then he realised had worn out into a handfull strands. He sighed in despair that ended into a tiny smirk. Time had finally caught him red handed. Still he couldn`t let go of the feeling that had been haunting him after all that he had learned about the sea through good and bad times. Perhaps things weren`t meant to be understood with rhymes and reasons but lived, he thought.
Only then he felt he could surrender his conscience without the slightest guilt that he had become no wiser than the first day he set eyes on the sea. Slowly he laid back while he gazed with eyes half opened at the cloudy sky until he fell into a deep sleep of satisfaction.
The sea had thaught him so much. It had never failed to mesmerize him with wonders of new things to understand each of his days. Yet till that very day he still couldn`t erase the feeling that had been haunting him all the years throughout his life. All the storms that he had ridden and survived. All the glittering fishes that he had caught. All the islands and the treasures that he had found. The fearsome sea battles that he had fought, won and at times lost. All the happy songs sung in ships filled with joy and laughter. The never ending waves that at times had swayed his hopes into tiny fragments of oblivion that could never be mended. Unexpected happy endings and unexpected sad ones too.
At the edge of the cliff he sat. His hands over his head while he ran his fingers over his hair that had only then he realised had worn out into a handfull strands. He sighed in despair that ended into a tiny smirk. Time had finally caught him red handed. Still he couldn`t let go of the feeling that had been haunting him after all that he had learned about the sea through good and bad times. Perhaps things weren`t meant to be understood with rhymes and reasons but lived, he thought.
Only then he felt he could surrender his conscience without the slightest guilt that he had become no wiser than the first day he set eyes on the sea. Slowly he laid back while he gazed with eyes half opened at the cloudy sky until he fell into a deep sleep of satisfaction.
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