Time. A piece of moment. A placid effect. Sometimes an illusion. Sometimes stark reality.
Time flies. We can't. And that's a reality.
Sometimes I think. Yes right. Sometimes. That there’s no stopping an idea whose time has come. Maybe that’s the reason for my restless soul these days. A lot of my time, these days, is spent revising my thoughts and trying to what I would term as- Reclaiming My Life! There’s a burning desire to do something new, to grab that illusive Golden Fleece that sadly remains just out of reach.
Maybe a new place. Maybe a new opportunity. May be a new start.Or May be an Old wine in a New bottle. A better kick this time.
I’ve been walking non-stop for a time I can't even remember. Without a sense of direction and knowing where to go next. But it’s not without purpose.
I am probably feeling like the protagonist of the motion picture 'Forrest Gump' at this moment. Except that 'He Ran'! Eventually though, it seems both of us were looking for answers that had no questions.
I take to the skies, a little wiser, a little surer about what I want from life. The entire picture is still quite hazy but at least there’s a ray of light shining through that to mark a new beginning. And for that, I’ll always be grateful to this time, space and matter.
Till I find the perfect coordinates....It's still Time!
