Journey Worthwhile

I’m impressed that my body has held out as well as it has. At times I wonder where would this race to nowhere lead to. In the rush for making life king size in maddening pace, have you ever felt stifled due to lack of space? I just don’t want to wake up ten years down the lane and wonder if all those things that I ran behind collecting had made the journey worthwhile.

If there’s any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, or sharing something. But life moves on. Regrets get us nowhere in life. Neither does anger. I don’t have it in me to be angry anymore. Or to feel loss at what my life would’ve been like of this or that event. Carrying this burden of my act was something I thought I would have to endure my entire life. But I didn’t understand at that time that people do grow, relationships change, and circumstances pave the way to a better understanding of oneself and those in our lives. How we lose these teachings when it comes to matters of the heart is indeed a mystery. But, not everyone can do it – I’m learning that as I go. But I believe for myself that – in the long run – my heart and my life will be better from what I’ve learned and experienced.

We all are achievers and heroes of our lives. Though we lift Mount Everest every day, standing tall through testing times, taking responsibility for the choices that we make, we rarely acknowledge ourselves. We rarely appreciate the little joys of life, those shimmering moon beams that ride the night sky, that surprising little sunshine on a gloomy day or that welcoming summer rain as we wade through our life in perennial worries, postponing happiness. Some people may wish to believe that life runs in pursuit of happiness. Yet, for me tomorrow begins now for savoring happiness.

How boring life would be if everything happens in predefined pattern and if we could predict everything that effects us? We all build up our own defense mechanisms to combat unpredictability and chance.. We look up to divine, chant and pray to sustain hope, even when crude rational practicality dictates that life is plain indifferent to everyone around.

I cant really comment upon how stars conspire to change one’s destiny, how good auspicious timings or twitching of eye can affect the outcome, or how a black cat or a broken mirror ruin the fate.. These are things that best remain unknown as though they propagate fear, often they give a reason to hope and inspire belief. Hope for better possibilities, and good outcomes. And sometimes the ability to hope is everything