Rambling on One’s Life

When life gives you with options, one always wonders, what is the best possible choice it can make for it to be the right decision..

When one has the time in hand, one feels guilty about not making productive use of it.

But, what does that mean? Does working for somebody else make one productive only because one can get money out of it?

But, is it right to be the master of one’s own life? To only do things that make one happy. Is it being selfish or is it just self-love?

When one spends all the time doing things that mean nothing to the outside world, but everything to yourself, is it good enough? Is it called art?

Or, when one spends all the time doing things for others without giving importance to one’s own desires is that good enough? Is it called a successful career?

What one fails to realize is, it is one’s own life. One should choose to do whatever it wishes to do without worrying about what the others do, what the others think, and what the others might say.

There is no purpose to fulfill in this world. There are many ways of looking at life. There are different paths to explore and innumerable things to learn. All one needs to do is learn to survive and choose to always remain happy.

Winter

Snow-clad, bare-naked trees

Stood tall and still,

embracing the harshness of the weather.

Many glanced at their barrenness and looked away..

Many stared and related their miserable lives to them..

Many looked up and drew artistic inspiration..

Many lay at their feet and enjoyed the view of the clouded skies..

Admiration and disapproval,

Both seem to come their way.

But do they care?

They continue standing tall and still,

Embracing the winds of change.

To Do or Not to Do

Day 86

The days pass like a drifting leaf..

The time keeps leaving me behind.

With an upraised arm I run after,

Presuming it would wait.

When the realisation dawns on what is lost,

I scowl and settle on a plan of action,

To not fritter my time away.

But then again,

A confused, lazy thought perches

On my rational brain.

It longs for an aimless, uneventful day.

And so, I let my mind wander away.

Ah, so easy it is to do nothing but stare.

While my unread books,

Unfinished work,

Unanswered mails,

And gym awaits.

Forever Confused

Day 84

There’s a fear, some constant kind of worry.

Where do I begin?

What do I put my finger on,

To understand what’s bothering me.

To start off with – there’s uncertainty.

Towards where do I guide my life’s story?

All along is but a hazy endless path.

Then there’s overthinking about life.

The purpose and plan –

To make it worthwhile.

But nothing ever seems to be right.

Same old question begins to rise,

What’s the goddamn meaning of life?

Parenthood

Day 83

An unworldly soul

Has been abruptly discarded

From her roots.

All the while,

She was under the shadow

Of her protectors.

Now, she is all by herself.

Lost and abandoned.

She reaches out for her roots

To seek support.

Alas, they seem to have forgotten her.