Life if to be led happily and successfully has to have a direction and a destination. Different roads, tenuous roads, harsh roads, ugly roads, bitter roads, lonely roads, colorful roads… roads that make us run parallel to them in life rendering us an insight. The multihued umbrella of the undeciphered mystery of life – is maybe the art of seeing things invisible.
When we set to choose a path in life our predictions, hopes, speculations and knowledge help us to tread a particular road not knowing what’s in store for future. But we still go on and with us life goes on undaunted. At a point the realization and retirement into one’s soul occurs. Have I chosen the wrong path? What about the anticipated moments? Would the future be bereft of light? Do I need to look back? May be He has the best to dictate. We dig deep into the exploratory realm of our psyche when lie turns upside down, when things take an ironic turn, when our beliefs deceive us. But in this tug of war, the fact that this world is in a state of constant flux is put on the back burner. And we as a part of this benign creation keep undulating in the ocean of life.
Do you experience such frequent acts of confusion, repentance, awareness and finally some striking revelations? Surely you do. After all we are the stars of the same endless sky. We rise and then shooting stars bid farewell. The unpredictability prevails as life seems to play its own game. But in the beleaguered journey of life, if we stand firm like a rock, a happy and contended life wouldn’t seem a chimera. The toll of ill-times riding over would give a way. And the road which we took might give moments of lifetime that would be forever. So waft along the breeze. Go with the wind. Because life is neither a bed of roses nor a bush of thorns.