How often do you look back and count
variations? How well can you justify your own metamorphosis? Of your
existence... Are there any justifications available? Is there a single pattern,
a single trend defining our lives?... Yeah? Sometimes I think about my
childhood. Years gone by. How I was then. Little shy, reserved, very
opinionated. Very much into my own world. Not so talkative, kind of quiet. Have
I changed now? I am not so sure, but the growth patterns have been interesting. Tangled within themselves. Today
I work as management consultant with top organizations.. but is it even
relevant? What about that shy kid? Died? No, I don't think so. Living? Yeah,
may be.. somewhere. Is he still in his own world? Kind of. He wants to but have
to stay something in between.. What the hell, are you sure of even one thing?
YES! I will never give up, no matter what. Because I know.. the dots
do connect backwards. I don't know about you but I do find 'reason' in the
metamorphosis I have gone through over years. Like a veteran chess player
sitting up there somewhere (or may be within me) making almost all right
moves... and the moves which seem wrong or not-so-right for now, I believe they
will show up their reason sometime in the future. I believe, everything will
connect. No regrets, no fears, no insecurities. The absolute faith that while I
surge forward, I won't be doing anything wrong.. the faith that whenever in
life I will look back, I will always find things in their right places.
Artistically connected or to-be connected. When? You know the answer will
always be same... somewhere in the future.
May be I am not doing justice to this beautiful thought I
have/had to share tonight. Nevertheless, I am just happy that I wrote something
after a month or more.
