Spinning Wheel

The wheel has always had a significant position among all the symbols which have caused major revolts. The thread spun was also used as a tool for freedom. But lately I have started to feel the gratitude towards the ever spinning wheel. Seasons come and go, leaves fall, the heat burns the skin and the chills create new wounds. But ever going forward not rewinding to the past...it seems so amazing and I marvel at natures creation...Time for me has been a gift. Instead of focusing on trying to squeeze all the things I wanted to ever do. Sometimes I just drown myself in the tides of time. It heals me from within. Whenever a doubt occurs in my mind I stroll by the shores of the ever expanding time and set the problem free. I don’t react. I enjoy the passing moment. I feel as if I am traveling at the speed of light towards end and still I feel the weight of silence in my heart. I never search for solutions. I don’t search for the right person to talk to. I let time to leave me a secret message in a bottle .I let the water take me in so that it shows me new places. I used to close my eyes tightly because I was scared .Now I let time show me the horizons of destiny and as the wheel rotates I as a silent observer get hypnotized by the beauty of life.

Time is the wisest counselor