“Life with the days that have passed but the days you remember”. A famous quote hang on the wall of our leaving room of the Syari Government quarter that was our beautiful abode for nearly twelve years will my loving parents and other family members.
Yes, I believe we all agree with the above saying and we rightly do so. Definitely, although our life comprises of motley of hues but the hues that is engraved in our heart and mind gives meaning to our life and shapes it too.
Often we say time has changed, but in contrast, it is we (people, our thoughts and values) that changes with time. As the time goes by a tiny baby turns to a sweet toddler and the toddler to a beautiful teen filled with excitement and energy. So did I and my dear friends too. So does all of us.
Everything is possible and achievable in the heart and mind of a teen although many things are incomprehensible to its mind. A teenager is filled with love, joy and beautiful dream of a distant future, rarely aware of the thorny paths that lay ahead in reality. Yet time flows by like gentle breeze leaving us unaware of the hot firestorm that might be preparing to blow in our distant utopian future. As the teen enters adulthood, the cool breeze sometimes seems to be replaced by hot air, suffocating us and compelling us to doubt our perspective of this world that was promising and exciting in our younger days. Slowly but definitely everybody in this world finally learns to dance in the tune of the song that our circumstances sings for us forcing us to leave behind the beautiful dream dreamed before. The ephemeral joy of childhood leaves us without even allowing us to say adieu.
We become numb to the pangs of the world around us and try to forge beautiful path on a thorny wilderness, our own way on our own will and strength. Our life becomes monotonous and hue less hoping to be better the next day yet dancing the same dance tomorrow as the day before. The utopian dreams of the beautiful castle remains far beyond the hazy cloud of hard-hearted reality. Life becomes a mere existential drag from morning till late night and repeats the same drag the next day then the next day, then the next day and so on and so forth..... Amidst all this, a feeling of emptiness, loneliness and meaninglessness of life slowly creeps in insidiously. Some succumb to it, some keeps the drag until the last breadth and some starts looking up. I should say I also started looking up although late but I did at last, obviously by God's grace. Life must have something more than the monotonous drag with little respite in between. Although calm outside, deep within violent tempest used to pound my heart and mind very often. I believe many, if not all must have been pounded similarly, before finding purpose of our life. Finding purpose, and not lifeless gold and