Reflections – 042

Live your Space:

What’s your definition of ‘your’ life ?

 Born. Studies Completed. Bachelor. Plus and Minus days. Dating. Failures. Job. Marriage. Earning. Saving. Buying a car. Buying a land. Arrival of kids. Constructing a home. Naming ‘you’ in the front door. Inviting world to tell how beautiful your house is. Financial growth. Loss. Accumulation. Depreciation. Tax. Son. Daughter. College. Advice/Suggestions. In laws. Grandpa. Grandma. Hospital. Check ups. And.. Finally comes a line… ” Could have been … ” ” Would have been… ” This is where the entire momentum comes to a halt.

 Travel is the one that deletes the line … ” Could have been ” ” Would have been ” … Because it shows realities. In the name of CONCRETE JUNGLE, we wear masks many and finally at the time of death, when all masks are removed, the original face asks … ” You could have thrown all these masks earlier ! “. Powerful question it is but stands with ‘missed it’ as answer.

 I parked the car. Dissociated from it. Captured a pic. Lighting, Angle, Directions verified. Then.. Sat on the side of the road to self realize how fortunate I am. There is BIG world out there busy in making money and I am the one of the few representatives of Nature – Living here by Eating the wind [ My Friend’s famous tag line ], Dating the rain drops [ Do you think Physical merge is the best form of happiness ? Poor you ], conversing with nature’s murmur [ Silence has an unique voice – how many of you heard that ? ] and Rejoicing the life I live. [ You live life. I know. You Rejoice life ?. There is a difference. Think ] The car said to me… ” I am happy to see you like this. Because I live the same life you live.” Yes. She is right. Cars in the cities live those SOCIAL STATUS symbols, Looks clean, holds secrets and live without a scratch. My car? Its not a social symbol, not clean and has lot of scratches on its petals … Just like me.

 Time to think. Time to halt whatever you do. Take a break. Drive around. With Monsoon, You may find a Monk of turning point in your thinking somewhere on the Mountains. In the mist. Between the trees of the forest. With the flowing water. Life calls you to rejoice. Would you be ready to leave ‘living’ the life and start to ‘rejoice’ it ?

Shall we ?