It's been quite some years now since I realized we are all moving towards an unrealistic world trying to be ubiquitous just like everyone else doing what the so called society does even while it is not the real us. Each has his/her own journey; story to tell.
It all seems like a vicious rigmarole which seems to be usurping us into a vortex which will lead us where only time will unfold..!!
I have been observing this pattern and killing myself trying to seek answers to it without any success. So, today I thought I should write about my thoughts on it...
Inflation >> Never ending need to earn more and more money >> Family responsibilities >> Work Pressures coupled with politics and diplomacy >> Peer Pressures forcing you to take a call between spending time with friends or family >> Traffic/Climate/Health hazards >> Social pressures... and, we are done to death..!!
Hasn't this become a monotonous trend for one and all of us..?? Where have true love, values, subtle gestures, genuine concern, honesty, truism, simple pleasures all gone?
Like for instance take something as mundane and crazy yet noticeable, the FB addiction. The statuses all seem to be the same:
- Monday blues...
- after Monday, Tuesday even calendar says WTF..!!
- TGIF..!!
- Need a break..!! Vacation..!! Party time..!! Bored..!! Lazy Sunday..!!
Is this our so called LIFE..?? Where did the REAL LIFE go by..??
I've always tried to make the best of my situation and I thought I was proud of how I handled things in my life, but right now when I have this strong urge within me to be what I want to be, I find it to be quite daunting! My life wasn't a smooth ride but my determination made me who I am today..!! It is something that I seek pride in but am I really content within..?? NO, I am not. Why..?? The price was huge.
I feel like it was just yesterday when I was a happy chirpy carefree toddler and then suddenly here I am approaching my mid 30s. What happened in between? What happened with my life? It's almost like I have blanked out because all I can remember when I think back are collages of my struggle to make the ends meet when each time they moved the ends by the time I reached them or the spirit of love n' freedom spiced with few errant fake relations. Looking back, I certainly do not want this to be my memory when I tend to become nostalgic. Am I into depression or wallowing in self pity? NO. These words do not exist in my dictionary anymore. Experience has taken me a long way away from it.
It is said, in the train ride of life it's not the destination but the stops on the way, but what do you make out of these stops? Learn, mature, grow are the typical options but at the end of it when you have paused, do you recognize and identify the person you are seeing in the mirror..?? NO... you do not for each of these stops leave an indelible imprint on you. It is like you have been banded.
I end this here... praying for the overwhelming depth of strength within me that is made of willow which has always helped me wade through life: by bending and twisting and giving away rather than breaking..!!
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