The Bridge

Truth is we don’t know how the day will turn out,

It could start as peaceful and beautiful.

The bridge in the morning
The bridge in the morning

Down below the bridge

A sense of calm and harmony is evident,

Underneath
Underneath the bridge

Yet above, there’s disorder and confusion

The day could end with pain and tears.

The bridge in the afternoon
The bridge in the afternoon

If you knew how the day will turn out,

Would you rather stay in the comfort zone and be safe.

Or would you proceed ahead with all risks involved

Because you know, life is too short

To let an opportunity to tell your story pass you by.

On the other side of the bridge
On the other side of the bridge

I witnessed this car accident yesterday afternoon. Luckily it seems those who were involved have survived to tell the story.

The Library
The Library

What is your story? And if you don’t tell it yourself, who will?

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9 Comments Add yours

  1. So true, Cocoa. I’m really happy that the people in the accident survived. We never know what lies around the next bend, do we? πŸ˜•

    1. cocoaupnorth says:

      That’s the thing AD, we don’t know what lies ahead:-)

  2. Ruth2Day says:

    I don’t think I ever would want to know how my day was going to end, I fear I would stay indoors

    1. cocoaupnorth says:

      I hear you Ruth but we can’t let fear paralyze us. Great things could be waiting on the other side of the bridge:-)

  3. diannegray says:

    Sometimes I get that “I wish I hadn’t got out of bed today” feeling, but mostly life is meant to be lived no matter what our day brings πŸ˜€

    1. cocoaupnorth says:

      Yep! Not all days are sunny and beautiful. But I absolutely agree with you, life’s for living. Keep well my friend:)

  4. Madoqua says:

    Beautiful photos. Bridges are great – shortcuts to get to the other side (what or wherever that is πŸ™‚ !)

    1. cocoaupnorth says:

      Thanks Madoqua. Well, the other side of the bridge is ‘what’ this case:-)

  5. Life can change in an instant. It is a cliched phrase, but oh! so very true. Life is so fragile, especially when we put ourselves in a box made of metal and plastic travelling at speed. Seeing an accident reminds us of our own mortal being.

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