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| The sky last evening. Magnificent, isn't it? |
I often wonder where this life is
heading...
I have not read a newspaper for six
months now, haven't watched television but have seen two movies at least. I have
just been to one social event. I’ve measured my life between workplace and home
and occasional visit to my parents.
I live inside my own bubble, completely
oblivious of the world around. Friends insist that I go out and explore so that
I get to meet akin people, open up and build romantic friendship. You may say
that I’m lonely or a workaholic. And that I’ve no personal life. I understand
that. Does it affect me? Not at all!
I’ve abandoned writing also. This is
the first writing in three months. I feel okay. Perfectly okay!
Sometimes, I get this feeling of
being in transition. That ‘Bardo’ concept of Buddhism.
My whole perspective
towards life has changed. I give my best and leave the rest to the things which
are beyond my control. I have learned to accept the art of letting go. It’s beautiful
to have come to the terms of acceptance. Does this mean that I’m breathing
only? It may seem like that at the outset. But I’m living also.
I have not abandoned
reading. I read a lot. A lot. I often get lost into the world of books and its
characters. Which leaves me with no time to indulge in gossips. You are what
you read, they say.
I have not envisioned my life ten
years from now. The path forward seems clouded mostly for now. But I’m okay
with that too. If its meant to be mine, it always will.
Have a lovely weekend!
