CLOSURE

...and the endless chase finally came to an end.

I once wrote, 'Every time I thought I found myself, got hold of my life, I end up lost again. Will there ever be an end to this endless chase.'

I wrote much much more. Inside my books; back of my motorcycle maintenance; on pieces of papers. Endless notes to endless encounters.


Had I known the chase is that fake and tasteless, I would have indeed saved it to just enjoy a sunny day. Had I known the dreams are that cheap, I would have spent that night awake. Had I known that home is so cruel and selfish, I would have left it deserted. Had I known that prayers dont get lost, I would have remained an infidel.

This is the final post.

The endless chase was called off because the chaser died.

Comments

Lisa Simpson said…
I wish I could end things nicely and be able to express it that way. End of this chase is start of another one. I wish you will feel more comfortable and enjoy it something that comes after it. Good Luck.


Lisa.
5/24/2008 09:44:00 pm
Anonymous said…
home is where you find yourself, where you make sense of life, where you have no choice, where the chase stops, and where prayers are put to rest.
5/25/2008 12:45:00 am
haal said…
Thank you Lisa.

Enjoy what you choose to be your home, annonymous.
5/25/2008 03:58:00 pm
Anonymous said…
i've been a silent reader for years. touched and wondered a lot about what you write and portray. at times u challenge, other time you sooth and mostly you love and offer. u are indeed blessed with a generous soul that flows with ideas, feelings and passionate reflection. a rare combination to find. able to transform un-noticed scenes into profound reflections! ur history posts were great, and ur love posts deeply touching. wherever u are, be blessed. will indeed miss u Haall.

and thank you for adding me on the allowed list.

D.
5/27/2008 09:17:00 pm
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