Moving on...

From one bend in the road to the next. From one end of the world to the other. From smoky brown eyes to twinkling blue. Night and day. In search of what? I don't know. All I know is that he had to keep moving. On and forward. In the hope of filling a void he never knew he had. In the hope of achieving everything he scribbled on a post-it when he was a kid. Go to the best school in town. Check. Graduate at the top of your class. Check. Go to a reputed college. Check. Leave home. Check. Leave your hometown. Check. Leave your country. Check. All in the hope of building a resume. A piece of paper that sets eyes rolling. One that made everyone around him feel little and insignificant. A piece of paper so big, so fat, so heavy that he could barely carry it on his shoulders. He needed a few extra hands to lug the weight around. But there weren't any. Its like they disappeared into a ball of smoke. Poof!

'You left them behind remember?', the annoying voice inside him said. 'In the hope of reaching the sky, to be blinded by the light, to soar above everybody else, you forgot the earth you used to smell so often, laying on the grass, soaking up the sun on a cold wintry day', it went on. Mocking him.

He remembered the day he last saw them. 'Don't tell me its the last time we're meeting. We'll meet again right?' His voice cracked while he tried forcing those words out which seemed to be clogging his windpipe. They laughed. 'Of course', they said in unison. Without batting an eye. Without listening to the voice within screaming the opposite. Every time he reached somewhere, he thought reclining in his armchair, 'This is it'. But it never was.

Before he knew he was packing his bags again. For a better life. For a better future. For being a better person. Was this life bad? Not at all. But its not good enough. It never is. 'I can't live without you all', he said. While in fact he started living without them the next moment. A second is all it takes to look ahead and never turn back. 'They'll be there when I come back', he thought, while in another part of his head he began dreaming of never returning. Thinking of how life will be when the train pulls over at the next stop. New surroundings. Unfamiliar faces. 'Oh this sucks. I hate my life'. The next day he woke up thinking how gorgeous the day is. The smiles were broader. The faces less unfamiliar. 'Its not that bad. What was I thinking'. He smiled. And in that moment he moved on. Just like that. In a second. Past trees. Into the sunset. With wind in his hair, he walked. On and forward.