I find myself sitting in the train and the city
seems to be running away from me, melancholy seeps into my bones like several
pin pricks, I don’t know why such sadness covers me every time I leave the
city, is it because my parents still live there, my beautiful lover longs for
me and I no more have the company of my genuine friends? I think it’s all of
this and then a lot more, it is also because I left those known roads where I
used to roam as if I owned them; I was the king of the city at least for
myself. To say my own I had only these things and strings of attachment, and
here I am going away from them. With each rhythmic beat of train, my heart
skips a beat, and I can’t do anything except for inching towards another city.
Funny thing is that I am heading to yet another
city in search of good friends and good times. In some ways I will find what I
am looking for. The old city will be missed lesser and lesser with time. I will
get used to the new city, I may start to own few roads here as well, who knows
one day I may feel like the king of the city again. The cycle would continue,
and I’ll keep running in the circle, chasing my own tail.
The way I see it, this won’t get me anywhere.
No matter how many cities I change, how many miles I travel, I will still be
where I was. The pretentious ‘change’ would keep coming and going and still all
will be the same. Suddenly ‘change’ looks like that clever guy who always
manages to fool you every time. But not this time friend, let me just figure it
out once and for all.
It doesn’t matter if my grave is two miles or
two thousand miles away from the place of my birth, in the end my grave would
be there. So in the end it’s all about the journey isn’t it? A journey from a
womb to a grave. Then why do sages preach
us to relinquish all desires and kill any kind of attachment with the
relations and almost every color of life? Its like someone asked you to pretend
to be colorblind even when nature added so many beautiful colors for you to
devour.
So what am I going to do? I think I’ll live for
a change, I’ll live my heart out. I will go through every moment of joy and
sorrow with a ferocious intensity to feel absorb it in the best possible way
and with a hope that next moment will be better than the previous one, after all
you don’t want to miss anything during this journey.
I will fully accept the fact that this was
always a one way road, and with the last breath left inside me, I will know
that I completed the journey in the best possible way, and that’s when I will
truly rest in peace completely satisfied with my journey. It will be hell of a
journey from womb to grave, but right now they are serving dinner in the train.
It’s time to drown myself in the worldly pleasures of life..mmmmmm…smells good!
2 comments:
Shakyamuni Buddha said "It is better to travel well than to arrive." Makes sense doesn't he?
True very true, but the best part is discovering these little secrets on your own..then its truly yours!
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