Life is a cruel joke played upon us by the maker. We are sent unprepared and unarmed. There is no briefing or debriefing, before or after the mission. You come, you stay, you conquer. Or you come, you cry, you lose. The gate at the end looks the same from here. Do we know what is beyond the horizon? Is it different for you and me, the pauper and the billionaire, the saint and the sinner? Or do we all end up at the same place  – unlearned, unhinged, unsung – to start the journey all over again?



roller coaster of life

rails, roads to take off

to fly beyond the forest

Or stay back to survive?

Haibun Inspired by Wednesday Visual Writing Prompt -26

Wednesdays Visual Writing Prompt



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