Staring at the horizon where two worlds seemed to kiss, Smara could sense life in the sand pressed inside her hands. Last rays of sun kissed her eyelids and the sweetest breeze teased her hair. She called it meditation because this way she could see her insides and the books said that was meditation.
As the sun disappeared and cold started to set in, Smara closed her eyes again and opened the back-doors of her mind. Setting free all her thoughts, fears, dreams, regrets, mistakes and fantasies.
She had chosen this full moon night to let go of them because on one such night two years ago, she had lost her father in presence of these stars. That night had seemed like the end to her but it wasn't , just like this one. Life was difficult but she knew it wasn't the end.
Since then full moon nights were her hope to find her father in those stars.
Tonight, as she untamed the back doors, a pool of thoughts came flooding and she went through them all, letting them go one by one. Each thought went out to become a star and took its place in the sky.
At the end of it, Smara opened her eyes and joined the stars to make out the shape like we did in primary school . Joining the dots of her life on the beautiful canvas of the night sky she drew a magnificient 'bridge': a glowing path joining two platforms, one brighter than another.
Sand slipped out of her hands in that moment, lips curved in a pout and eyes blinking dreamily. She knew exactly what the bridge symbolised. The universe had succeded in giving her the visual that contained all the answers she had ever asked for.
It then started to pour and shook her out of her trance. She gave a last look to the bridge and started walking back home. Every cell of her body alive and speaking of the bridge and all the answers it had.
The bridge doesn't answer just Smara's questions, it is everybody's answer.
our life is a series of bridges. Bridges taking us from one point in life to another.
We leave the previous baggage on every platform we touch and take on to the next bridge with new lessons . The bridge is invisible, you can't see it but you are on it, constantly.
When life seems impossible tell yourself its the bridge, not the destination. If we keep going, we will definitely reach the next platform, the one with better light and a better life ahead ofc it.
