Every blog I started there was often a post where I would treat my trivial pieces with disdain. I never felt like what I wrote for myself was good enough for the world (or the big void called cyberspace) to read. It took me a while to realize that the small pieces I coughed up marked those moments, mostly the little ones, that struck a chord in my soul and maybe contributed a little to the person I am today.
Let me be done second guessing myself and give in to the heady pleasure of creation, the creation of meaning for myself (the world can wait).
I discovered in the last few months that while being rudderless in the ocean of seemingly endless yet frustratingly unattainable educational opportunities took the stuffing out of me it also gave me time to open my eyes a little wider. From meeting an incredibly cool and interesting person on a journey, being gently nudged to a more positive bent of mind, watching a beautiful documentary starring my beloved dogs, experiencing intense joy on hearing about a great singer taking the stage again, falling in love with Clifford Geertz, to experiencing a different dimension of wonderful emotions, my life seems to have gotten re-calibrated for the better while going through the roughest patch till date.
Someone recently commented on the baffling range of dreams and aspiration I horde in my heart forcing to me to appreciate the privilege of my youth and what a lot I can still look forward to experience and achieve.
As I write I wear a smile of contentment albeit overcast with a little bit of cautiousness but nevertheless, joyful.
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