Life is such a transient. It sees people come and go. At some point some people hold such importance and then our contexts transform and something/someone else assumes that importance.
Every relationship is transitory. As a child I could never ever think of staying away from parents. Today am waiting for my wedding date, so I could be with him. As a late teenager, I couldn’t think beyond friends, today I am sitting and staring at gtalk to find some friend who can go with me for the weekend play.
At some point I thought, career’s all that I care for. Today the talks about lay offs in the industry doesn’t make me worried at all; I rather look at it as an opportunity to stay at home.
I keep wondering about his and mine relationship. Some day even that will transcend. And both of us will have different things on our priority lists other than both of us. Scares me!!
If I hold the flow, it will stagnate and start rottening. If I let it flow, it goes leaving impressions of what it was once upon a time.
It will hurt, but as they say ‘let go’. Cause if it starts rottening the stink will be unbearable. I feel, consciously subconsciously, all of us are saints in our ways. A mother gives up her son to the newer woman in his life, a father quietly watches his daughter adorning the ‘hero-crown’ on someone else’s temple. And we watch it all, silently. We get attached to an extent that we do not accept a life without it then slowly we detach ourselves, without complaining without daring to remember that once we possessed it so jealously.
If not saintlihood, if not renunciation what else is it? The penance, the detachment – it has all.
I might sound a pessimist, but they talk about keeping the fight for life on…I feel like laughing..afterall aren’t we just supposed to be watching life as it slips away…hold it back? And let it stink?
But then did anyone die by letting go..no, no one has…we are wired such that our system starts preparing for it … mom clung boy grows to be a teenager, gets addicted to the peers – mum loosens the cord a little…he falls in love…mum loosens the hand holding the cord….he becomes a man gets a wife….mum let’s go the rope completely….empties her hand…
