He, who starts, has to stop.
He, who comes, has to go.
He, who takes birth, has to die.
Once a friend called me and asked, whether I was willing to share my accommodation? I regretted for the reason, being alone provides me the freedom and space to live life the way I want. Being alone has provided me the ambiance to think and write; to think about life, its experiences, its purpose, its nature, its benevolence and its demands.
Life at time pushes and pulls, demands and dictates. With me and you sailing like a tiny boat in the ocean with no other option left but to ride the crest and trough that appears and occurs in the ocean.
Life seems to be a journey from nothing to something, a journey from appearing to disappearing, a journey from integration to disintegration, a journey from fusion to fission.
In this process we struggle to maneuver our way through the odds and evens, ups and downs and reach our destinations, our goals, sometimes alone and sometimes with people around us, with people close to us, with people who relate to us, with people who care for us. Having reached the desired destination, we again embark on a new journey.
Staying at one point and one place kills, look at the stagnant water of a lake or a pond, it stinks isn’t it? We can never say a pond to be alive whereas on the other end the river is said to be alive, always moving, giving life to many on its banks and far away. “That which moves, lives and gives life and that which rests dies.” Moving of the lungs oxygenates blood, moving of the heart nourishes every cell in our body and we call ourselves alive.
The sum total of numerous internal small journeys of the lungs from expansion to contraction and again back to expansion, the small journeys of the heart from systolic to diastolic and again back to systolic is what we call as life, likewise externally life is a sum total of the numerous small journey of lending a help hand, lending an attentive ear, caring for somebody, wishing for somebody, still at instances we do feel
LIFE IS WHAT WE START ALONE
LIFE IS WHAT WE LIVE ALONE
LIFE IS WHAT WE QUIT ALONE
LIFE IS WHAT WE QUIT ALONE
Good article. It shows how important self is for the happiness and well being of others and also for the happiness of self.
ReplyDeleteDear Bhasker Ji.... I can understand and relate very well about your reflections in the above article.Your thoughts about
ReplyDelete1.Accepting the reality that change alone is constant
2.Importance of solitude for creativity.
Perhaps reflects the spirit of a true " AQUARIAN "