For most of us it’s around the time we cross the age of 30 that the coin drops; and we realize that our lives are indeed finite. There’s neither the innocence of childhood nor the brashness of youth to shield us from the imminent truth, is there? What’s more, you also realize that the world will go on after our time here, without so much as batting an eye lid. Ah, there’s that hollow feeling within, like you are falling into a black hole or something. You look around and wonder why people run around frantically and do the things they do anyway? What’s the point?
Slowly the chaos subsides, the storm stalls and you see clearly- Life is not a dash to get somewhere. Life is a journey. And the journey is all. The things you see, the things you learn, the friends you make, the experience you gain is all. So, you learn to see with new eyes; you notice the little things, you catch the details. You find meanings in things you thought you had already seen and known. You feel the beauty around you – watch a flower bloom and then die away, say a little prayer if you feel like it – Feel love and compassion fill up that hollowness inside.
You still run around frantically and do the things you do- you have to pay your bills and make the ends meet after all. But every once in a while you stop, take a deep breath and remember not to take yourselves too seriously and to enjoy life right now – for you are a flower in bloom.
2 comments:
"A Flower in Bloom" is good.
Exactly 100 years ago Mahakavi Kumaranasan wrote a poem; VEENA POOVU. I think it is time now you should read it. You will know more about life then.
Achan.
You're right in the spot Priyan. We were always trained to focus on the end goal only. We come to a point in our lifetime when we realize that its the journey that matters the most.
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