And so I roamed from place to place in search of finding the truth. Truth about myself, truth about people who matter to me..
I am told that my life situation is such that I usually need not think or worry about the day to day issues which bother a big chunk of population. At heart, I remain part of the same middle class where I belonged and from where I dreamed to go places.
I can recall a time when I used to think-- world is so big that while I am doing my routine of the day , someone somewhere in some other part of the world would be living life in an entirely different manner, I will never be able to see all that..
Now travel is a regular feature in life and new places not strange anymore…
There is a difference between aspiring for something and belonging somewhere. My belongingness was framed and defined in earlier years of life while my aspirations took me far far off. This ensued a struggle within once the initial dust settled.
Or may be it is just that I have still to learn that the truth of the painting lies in its incompleteness and I am vain enough to still seek completion.
And I wonder what is that even, road not taken. May be ifit was right here, to be explored, I would not find it so attractive. Could it be the reality that all essence is lying in the fact that it is not accessible..the mystery…Life is a teacher who does not tell you the syllabus in the beginning of the session. Not a text book which outlines the lesson on the first page and gives an idea of what is the expected learning outcome at the end of it. It teaches, but each lesson is a surprise, each method –new. The lessons learnt out of experience..i am not sure if you get a chance to apply them in your own life…sometimes its too late..
