Ever thought, what is it like to have a life without regrets?
Does it mean that you keep badgering on something or some situation, someone
until you get what you want? How irritating/nice is that? And why do we regret? Is it because, we feel guilty for achieving something others have not or guilty that we have not achieved what we should have, as per our wishes?
Is it like going after something that you want even
though the ones at the receiving end would not really like to see you around? Where
does irritating begins and go-getting attitude ends. Or just simply, where does
the path of following your dreams end? Does it ever end or does it just
transposes to a different path and dream after dream blends into, dissolves
into another in a seamless manner?
Have you ever wished that you could have probably
tried something a bit more harder and you could have clinched it?
Does having no regrets mean running yourself down?
Or becoming a doormat? What is it like to desperately want something though all
logic and everything tells you that it is not going to happen the way you want
it? Been there? Felt that?
What is right for someone is wrong for another or
it is not just meant for you.
There are several times that I wish whether things
can be just black and white. Or maybe that kind of world would remain colourless.
More than the black and white it is probably the gray that makes life exciting
or confusing, despairing. And is it the despair and confusion that makes life,
LIFE?
Even after pushing your limits, would there ever
come a time, when you wish that you could have done things differently – may be,
some other day in some other thought process – perhaps, a case of wrong day,
wrong place? Wouldn't that be a brand of regret by itself?
There comes a time in everyone's life where you
feel like a glass of soda. There is bubble after bubble rising up to the top of
your conscious mind. And the bubbles don’t go pop. They just keep simmering. If
that is ever possible. Well simmering bubbles in soda.. Wow, what a thought..
The problem is the bubbles don't come one by one.
Several come at a time. And it becomes impossible to miss any of them – the
onslaught rather. Sometimes the intensity is almost like someone is going amuck
with a machine gun - only that the firing is from inside you., keeps popping up
till it decided enough and settles down…
Have you tried making a straw stick to the bottom
of a glass filled with soda? And the bubbles will stick to them and you will
wonder what happened to the stick/straw that you had put in. If you let it go, the
stick/straw will bob up and eventually fall out of the glass, on to the table.
With all the unrest within trying to keep your wits about you is a lot like
pinning the straw down. Quite an exercise!!
It is but a bubble, once it goes pop, there are
going to be no remnants.. But that’s the issue. It is like each bubble has a
center filled with color fast liquid. The bubble goes pop. It leaves a mark.
And each mark is like a snowflake. Unique. Unmatched.
The biggest mark right now is the bubble of
no-regrets.
And a lot of times these bubbles make you ask
questions to answers that you do not yet know. Murky? You bet.
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