Misty Mystic Mystery

tonight it was as if Nyx the goddess of night came to visit, bringing with her a veil of mist, drawn forth from underworld that blotted out my vision beyond a few hundred metres. perchance it was also her presence that sent a chill to my bones and caused the temperature to drop a few degrees Celcius. my usual route to work was mystified by the layers of mist that enwrapped me and my surroundings, and i couldn't help but getting all perked up at the sight of seemingly different scenery much thanks to the illusion created by the mists. like a child promised of her ice cream, it kept me on my toes, wondering and anticipating for something to happen or reveal itself. something i haven't noticed before or, really, just anything that might trigger yet another spike of imagination that would bring me to places i've never explored - even if it's just in my head.

throughout the 15-minute fog encapsulated journey, i mused at the movement of vapor particles hanging low and floating around, allowing the soft breeze to carry it wherever, surrendering themselves to the larger stronger force without any resistance at all (other than its own mass, that is, if you really wanna get technical). isn't life just like that, with us being one of those vapor particles, and life as the breeze. i am, in fact, just a tiny particle in the vast universe; and i have no idea where life will bring me. not saying that i have no control over my life, or that what i do doesn't matter at all, but on a larger scale, at a macroscopic level, i do believe that each and everyone of us has our destiny written somewhere, somehow. so. i'm just gonna let the breeze take me wherever i'm supposed to go. meanwhile, i shall sit back and enjoy my Brown's Theory journey as a dot particle that crashes into and interact with other similar particles. :)

and on a completely irrelevant note, since we're on the topic of illusions, this rather peaceful night here in a foreign land gave away another split-second illusion that nothing bad could happen to the world. i am safe here. or at least, i feel safe (but in truth might not be so - for reality and perception might not always coincide). indeed, the notion that nothing bad could happen to the world is a delusion, a farce that claws at whoever who'd even entertain that idea. result? well. it will spit at you with the news about bombings at churches back at home, where disputation about the rights of non-Muslims to use the word "Allah" is ongoing. really?! i mean, seriously. the country has so many more urgent issues to be tended, yet they're engaging in a debate on a non-issue like that. oh what has become of my country?! sigh. this should be a granted a completely different post by itself. next time, maybe.