From Womb To Grave

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!