I am happy; I live in a utopian dream. The feeling is almost tangible; I can feel it in my veins. This moment is alive; I am alive... more than I can ever be.
What is social decorum? What is a moral code? When one is destined to surrender to her own desires? When one is given that one intense moment to choose between two roads, two walks of life entirely different from each other? No, it has nothing to do with it, not now. My senses are humming, singing a song only I could hear. My heart is beating its wildest, I can almost feel it trying to leap out of my chest and fly free. Yes, I am inflicted.
I stand on this thin line of choice. To entice more, like a product in the market, I've had samples of what I can gain if I cross the line. The border between sanity and afterwards. I felt how it’s like to be there, and it feels good. IF one can have a moment like this, I wonder what they'd do. The battle of wills and morals just started, it's going on in my brain. Like the battle of two kingdoms fighting over a crown of supremacy, like a king overthrowing the other by wits and riches, like the white knight trying to outdo the dark knight. The clash is intense; it's threatening to burst out of me. All in one euphoric moment, in one flash, in one milestone of my life. I would probably remember this forever, though how I feel in the future is not in my mind...yet. How can I think of tomorrow, when all I can think about is now? When all I can see is the moment?
The holy dogma would forever condemn one who crosses the line. Be in for eternal damnation. Would I care? I don't know. I'm not there yet. All that matters is this moment, snippets of what I could have when I'm there. And I am happy with what I am experiencing. I am alive, more than I ever have been, ecstatic more than I could ever be; I am more human than before.
Would you walk away if you find a special being that complement you in every way? Every nonsense thoughts, every outrageous ideas, your unique way of thinking, your particular opinions, would you relent? Honesty with oneself is a question of sort. I know how I feel, I know what I’m doing, I know every possible repercussion, yet the desire refuses to go away.
I am a homo sapiens sapiens, a specie in the animal kingdom regarded as the most elevated of all creations. "Sapiens sapiens" - "wise wise" twice of which is what I am, what I was labeled by the scholars of the world. All because I have the ability to think in the most sophisticated way. But I also have the primal abilities and instincts of almost all the members of my kingdom, the stirrings of the blood, and the yearnings of the soul. Would I be damned by succumbing to these? You tell me once you're there. I daresay we can compare.
I tried to step my foot over the edge, as my foot started to travel from its point of origin to its intended destination, all visions of morality and sensibilities came rushing into my mind, straight to my heart. Would I dare to lose all my treasures in exchange of this one intense moment of freedom? I will release all I hold dear by being free, by being alive, by being selfish.
My foot is in the air, pushing through millions of air molecules, creating a space in the air only for me. The destination is clear, the warnings even clearer in my brain, and my foot is traveling the longest journey I have ever embarked on.
If there is one clear paradoxical moment of restless tranquility, I have gained it. The battle of wills shall never end in this journey.
Then Fate in all its glory came into my world, I was caught with my hands in the cookie jar, with my lips unclear of melted chocolate bits on its side. I felt like I’ve fallen from the highest cliff down to the raging waves of the ocean in a dizzying spiraling motion. My soul has crashed into a million little pieces. And I have seen this before, more and more before. If fate has one thing with her this time, it's her impeccable timing, might she came a moment or two later, my foot will surely be firm on the territory on the other side of the line.
Everything came back, as it happened before, and I have realized I've wounded a good soul. That the one moment I was alive, one soul and one heart almost died.
Yes, I would try to recompense with all my might for what I did even if it’s the last thing I’d do. But would I be granted forgiveness? Would I even dare ask for one, when all I did was try to be free, be alive, and be happy in that unique way? The answer might not come. I don’t know. But I hurt the most possible way; my soul is hurting more than it ever had. And everything came down on me.
For once I know I am really human. I am not perfect, and it's not a reason to defend myself, but it’s something which cannot be defined by science, by religion, or even by words. Yet we all feel it inside, in the way our heart sings, in the way our bones melt, in the way we see the world in a different color, in the butterflies in our stomach. Do not dare to single me out; for you are no exception, we only differ by time and intensity. Everyone is a prey. One of the ways we differ is that I have tried to be honest of myself, for that I would probably gain even the littlest of what they call - peace of mind; together with a lesson I would always remember. I have lost some, but I have gained something, and I have retained more. I am me, I am human, and I have freckles.
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