Revelations.

When the road less traveled seems like the devil's incarnate and the red rose of love has Satan's head embossed on it... it's no wonder the path is untrodden upon for ever and after. But when the west wind blows towards that road and washes out the sin and suffering and paves a primrose path for the wayward wanderer why are people still afraid to walk it? Many a times, the changes that dawn upon us in the worst of situations are the changes that last. It is those changes that carve a human out of an embryo and a woman out of a little naive girl. To face your worst fears and hold out knowing that what is most important and indispensable might never return or look back for that matter is heart wrenching. But just knowing that perhaps the wait will be worth it to make sun shine again, the birds chirp again is reason enough to wait a lifetime or even more for that matter.

Revelations, lead to a whole lot of things that otherwise were untouched upon. It introduces a conscience amidst the most savage and brutal. A steady head on the most unsteady, a smile on the eternally upset or a nod of acceptance from the forever rejected. It led to the most stimulating change in my life. What was fine forever to keep, that which I disregarded mercilessly, is what I need to keep me sane and it is what will keep me sane in any case. I could smile those hollow smiles in front of those strangers and vagabonds but when he is around I fall weak on any expression except regret and repent. People change, so do they deserve another chance to exercise their change? When they promise not to hurt...when they promise not to salvage and singe the truth, when they promise to be there... do they?