I hate that I do not know what will life be after an year. Another Job? Another lease? Another set of people that I live with ? Or alone? My Dad retired. A different address in India. More white hair. More unrest? Or some peace? Another country? Another activity? Other problems? More confident? Car?
No one knows, you 'd argue. I do not know my trajectory yet. I can't even set a plot for a dream. For a dream of five years hence. Or even imagine life a year or two down the line.
For one thing I know that I am walking like a acrobat on a tight thin rope...with something just balancing me. I wonder if that balance fails some day , or if the rope is not taut anymore...I would fall in a deep dark..Don't-Know-Where-To-Go ( as Arundhati Roy would have described if this were an excerpt from The God of Small Things).
2 comments:
has happened to everyone we know, but yes an uneasy spot to be in. yes humans love trouble and would go hunting for it too but to know you life enough to be able to dream is certainly no unreasonable demand.
You know what....like the old cliche goes...you are standing on a crossroads.....look around and you will find me somewhere too.
But trust me on one thing, the more desperately you search for a vision, the more blurred things will get. The more you stop looking for a perpose, one will come in front of your eyes...
And I wish I could follow my own advice....
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