As I sit at my porch, the night, and the darkness has swallowed the sky, I’m uncertain of the future. The future that promises much, yet offers little of foresight. I don’t believe in predictions, especially related to my life, nor do I see a need. Fortunes rarely show any kindness, I see no reason to dig, nor ponder about my Fate, into the mist of the future.
The past, filled with pain, misery, a cocktail of unpredictable happiness and agony. This, coupled with haunting memories, I remember them well. I locked them in Vaults, secured them with chains made from my will. Yet, at times, I hear the seductive whispers, partially seducing me to take action. Such voice begs me to open the Vaults, to release the memories, to drown in them.
I neither seek the past nor the future. I live for the present. It is safer for me, comforted by a Fate which I alone can control. This gives me a degree of comfort, the knowledge to be my own Karma.
Zashnain
An avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfury
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