Into the Dark Tunnel:

 Fulfilling prophecies and getting nowhere


Whom do we ask for help if we don't know which way to go?

No. This time the map can't help us. The map can't help me anymore. Whether we like it or not, whether we beg or scream in pain, the map's no use already. We're lost. I am lost. The whole caravan is about to part ways, to seek for the right path on their own, to never mind anyone else's help.

After all my efforts in such long tiring sojourn, after bringing them all with me in life's test of survival, they're all gonna part ways now.

I guess I have to accept that there are journeys that ought to end. There are prophecies that end as soon as they get accomplished, ending together with the fates that get intertwined. You get a prophecy, try to fight it back if it doesn't seem to go with what you want, and still fulfill every word of it in the end. There's no escape, really.

The last time I took a better look of myself in front of the nearest mirror I could find, I saw I cool version of myself. I was having a good time travelling, I thought. I have a manageable supply of must-haves. I have a canteen of unlimited water, just perfect to survive from any drought that might come ahead. And of course, I have people to share my journey with. I have people with whom I could unravel the prophecy together.

But I have to look again at my myself now, I told myself. Am i still in good shape to go on? Do I still have a good amount of supplies to make me survive? Am I still travelling with my companions?

The thought made my shiver, in coldness or in fear, I don't know. Perhaps, looking at the mirror is not the right thing to do now. It won't make me better.

I know right. I am in this journey alone. They have all come and left. As I could see it, no one is willing to come back.

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Just then,  I reached the end of the tunnel.

I was having this trip via train when I woke up. I don't even know how the hell I got here. I was just travelling, that's one thing I know.

Beside me, I saw a few of my friends, people I am travelling with. I asked them where we're heading, but no one answered. No one really knows, but stay put; we will just have fun. That's all that they said.

I know these people will leave me soon. I don't know how I came to that conclusion, but I just know they would. One by one, in groups, or all in one blow, I have no idea. But I know they would leave soon, then I will be journeying alone.

Then, one thing hit me. It was a thought that somehow poked my whole system with a lightning bolt of some Greek God.

They might leave because they have own prophecies to fulfill, but they can always come back.


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Besides, the more we worry about people we learn to give importance to leaving in our lives, the less we get to spend quality time with them while they are with us. We have to concentrate on enjoying every moment with them. 


Don't dwell much with what lies ahead. Focus on what and who you have today.


Now, I am ready to hit another dark tunnel. Wanna join me?