I just love this picture taken during one of our out-of-town misadventures about a year ago..The place seems so..what would be the right word for it?..hmmm..melancholy..sad..kind of nostalgic even..
The structure seems so frail- made of bamboo and tied together with rope..It juts out into the lake and stops right in the middle, the bridge not reaching the other end..
The lake..it represents life in general..we could get lost in the vastness of it..the water, its current always, always unpredictable..it could either tug us to where we want to go, or drag us into a difficult place..one moment the water is calm, and we could swim in it as we please, or it could be the opposite, and you have to get away and wait for it to calm down before you wade back..
The bridge..it represents our life individually..of how frail it is, that at any moment it might break down and be lost amidst the current..made of two equally fragile things- the bamboo and rope..
The bamboo, our feelings, emotions..dreams, passion..memories
The rope..our sanity that binds everything and dictates what is morally sound and what is considered taboo by society..
I consider myself the bridge..though I have already lived in this earth for about a quarter of a century already (not that old still), I feel that I havent really done something concrete..something impossible..something magical..something very, very, very extraordinary..something superbly crazy..and like the bridge, it still needs to be worked on and constructed and finished so it would reach the other end..full circle as they would say..
Until that day comes, I'll carry on and add bamboo, and tie it with sturdy ropes..As long as the bridge is still unfinished, I would have to continue with life and be brave enough to do crazy, impossible, wonderful, extraordinary, magical memories..
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