Life is a song of circles...intimate and interconnected...utterly maddening and wonderfully glorious...
However much one tries to compartmentalise life into neat pockets - past, present & future - the circles lead you on a merry dance. A dance so vital, that if one manages to look beyond the tears, the misery, the heartache, one can't help but be delighted with the stage that is set, the sheer exuberance and intricacy of it all...
How often do we look back and wince, knowing that it is going to come back and pinch you when you least expect it to?
How often do we grin like fools at some mad deed, completely irreponsible and totally worth it just for the same reason - what can be more deserving of the risk than a memory that makes you grin ten, twenty years down the line?
How often do we panic on being confronted by ghosts from our past - ones that shake the foundations of the delicate balance of "the now" ...
The same past that has given us the courage to go on, the memories that become our warm blankets, the wisdom to bow to the inevitable " Que sara sara...'
Every day we live and breathe moments that have arrived in a long loop from some past deed in turn sending out ripples that will remind us in future of the present which will soon become the past...
Ah, life...
However much one tries to compartmentalise life into neat pockets - past, present & future - the circles lead you on a merry dance. A dance so vital, that if one manages to look beyond the tears, the misery, the heartache, one can't help but be delighted with the stage that is set, the sheer exuberance and intricacy of it all...
How often do we look back and wince, knowing that it is going to come back and pinch you when you least expect it to?
How often do we grin like fools at some mad deed, completely irreponsible and totally worth it just for the same reason - what can be more deserving of the risk than a memory that makes you grin ten, twenty years down the line?
How often do we panic on being confronted by ghosts from our past - ones that shake the foundations of the delicate balance of "the now" ...
The same past that has given us the courage to go on, the memories that become our warm blankets, the wisdom to bow to the inevitable " Que sara sara...'
Every day we live and breathe moments that have arrived in a long loop from some past deed in turn sending out ripples that will remind us in future of the present which will soon become the past...
Ah, life...
