FLUX

There's apprehension and excitement again. The mixed emotions of melancholy and exhuberance, like the first vernal showers that bring calm, and the pox, colours the mind. The vernal showers, did i say? Or rather, like the first burst of summer that drives the cold away...only to burn. Oh yes, that is it..like the sunshine that cleans the sick room post convalescence...The past two years have taught me a lot, and taken away a lot from me. It has taught me how to enjoy the simple joys of life, and to rise above the pettiness of haggling with life. It has, in more ways than one, shown me that my travails and troubles are not the ultimate: there are others who have seen more of them, and others who have braved them. The smile can break a lot of barriers, as can humility. Also, it is not enough to smile and brave the world: it is equally important to do something to better your position. God really helps those who help themselves. Cliched? true, nevertheless. And yes, the returns of humility are unending. Do not jugde people by their looks, like books with jazzy covers, their content is often mind-numbingly inane. The call is yours: the jazzy cover, or the exhilarating content that lifts you above the mundane trash we call existence,the sisyphian journey that yeilds no results.
A lot of lessons that demand a lot of questions and a lot of answers. Why is it that childhood friendships are never recreated in later phases of life? And why, oh why is it that the few people that you think you can look up to end up to be great dissapointments? Is it because the child's mind is easily impressionable, or because the burden of this rigour sucks out the charm of idealism? Or idolatry for that matter. Oh but that is another story....
A lot has been taken from me too....wiped out in the senseless mire of the de rigeur, till the final 'why' surfaces. But life is, sadly, not the sublime literature that the greats create. So, instead of stopping and turning life round on its hinges, the 'why' only serves to make it worse. Like Plato's cavemen who are happy cooped up residents of the black cave till one of them see a glimpse of the world outside, one slips into a deeper sense of abyss....damned are those who have asked, 'WHY?'
Where then, lies the answer? What then, is the solution? One might never know, I am afraid. The snows that lure the residents of the plains more often than not turn out to be a wet soggy mess....the whiteness does not allure then. A few prized friendships and a few reshuffled ideals are all that one is left with at the end of the journey...only to continue to find life ahead, in a new start. We are all phoenixes, aren't we?
Cheers to life, then!