Take my hand, lead me on...

An existence, much normal, that’s what it was. There seemed like there was nothing that would beckon to this quiet humble soul that would indeed lead it to pause.

To think, I thought, why? – take my hand, lead me on. The path was clear, unmarred – nothing to lead me astray. Clear it was, indeed, but where was real life in that? My heart, it longed for adventure, to breakaway and run free on the golden sands of what lay beyond. But that iron hand, as it always did, pulled me back yet once again.

Much time has passed and I can no longer drift on with this soft wind that in its passing promises no harm – soothing it is, but to bare it all and embrace one much harsher, more real, and longing to be carefree, to wander through mindless meanderings rather than the idealism of the cocoon that surrounds us. There yonder it sits, tantalizing the soul – “Come hither, come take my hand, lead me on.” It was, but, monotonous, though life went on.

And then one day, amidst my much-accustomed surroundings that by then seemed so morose, a little knock, I heard. Though feeble it seemed, internal instinct said that that was the one that would make a difference. Overwhelmed, filled with hope, I tried, I reached out, and yet again, there was that something to hold me back. For years of a custom-made existence, to breakaway and embark on a journey filled with adventure is a touch too hard for the mind to correlate with the heart.

Follow your heart, they say and so I did. I reached out yet again, this time paying no heed to that iron hand, for I wanted you to take mine in yours – take my hand, lead me on.

My life, it was an empty page, before you came along - flawless, serene, dispassionate, peaceful - perfection personified. Somehow, somewhere deep inside, I knew you would unleash what was, even to myself, invisible, perplexing and profound.

There were times when the tide rose high and others when it fell low, but you, though not omnipresent, for you seem so near and yet are so far, touched my heart and took my hand to lead me on. Lead me on; indeed, you did, showed me what life really is, what it should be, what it could be.

Now, what remains is the question – will you be there to prolong this brief sojourn, to still hold my hand and lead me on?