"Then one day you look in the rearview mirror of your existence and realize that you can see clear down the hill-less,curveless and bridgeless road of your life" its not true,when i looked back i saw.Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and some hurtful self-questioning. i realized that at some point in our lives,usually during the early days of our youth...we become paper planes...
Drifted by our ravenous desires,we glide..glide far away into the air till we fall down...at those puerile times we envisage ourselves as jets and concords but infact we are mere paper planes...We glide aimlessly,change our direction by our modifying fascinations..
Then there comes a time when the current suddenly becomes strong,we feel stalwartness in our fragile paper wings,think that it is our very own strength but the truth is just the opposite..The desires driving us get stronger and we gain altitude with the zephyr of luck.
We visualize ourselves as a spirited bird who can have a flight beyond limits...till we meet the inexorable fate of all paper planes,the wind stops,we stall,go round and round and fall nosedown into the dirt....
At other times,or i must say most of the times,our desires drive us into the wrong direction and we smash our heads against the unshakable wall of reality...
Only then we realize the true meaning of our lives,our lives are defined by opportunities..even the ones we miss.To believe that life is a hill-less,curveless and bridgeless road is to live in a fool's paradise. The road is full of potholes,its full of twists and turns and has no two directions..just like Reuel Tolkien wrote in the lord of the rings...
The Road goes ever on and on.
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
and we must follow,if we can.
Pursuing it with eager feet,Until it joins some larger way.
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.....
Then there comes a time when the current suddenly becomes strong,we feel stalwartness in our fragile paper wings,think that it is our very own strength but the truth is just the opposite..The desires driving us get stronger and we gain altitude with the zephyr of luck.
We visualize ourselves as a spirited bird who can have a flight beyond limits...till we meet the inexorable fate of all paper planes,the wind stops,we stall,go round and round and fall nosedown into the dirt....
At other times,or i must say most of the times,our desires drive us into the wrong direction and we smash our heads against the unshakable wall of reality...
Only then we realize the true meaning of our lives,our lives are defined by opportunities..even the ones we miss.To believe that life is a hill-less,curveless and bridgeless road is to live in a fool's paradise. The road is full of potholes,its full of twists and turns and has no two directions..just like Reuel Tolkien wrote in the lord of the rings...
The Road goes ever on and on.
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
and we must follow,if we can.
Pursuing it with eager feet,Until it joins some larger way.
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.....
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