It puts me in a quandary as to what constitutes this life. It become so over bearing and then suddenly it gives you just a small nudge; a friendly one; in the direction not unknown but certainly out of the rut. Taking quick breaks like this puts me in a perspective over things. Certain events give me so much thought and beauty to ponder upon that I sometimes start thinking that I’m becoming an emotional fool. Be it the rolling countryside in the night or the city lights from the airplane or the whiff of a woman’s perfume. Things just conspire together to give me beauty, which would have been incomplete if viewed in isolation; or; that particular perspective. The aroma of the countryside, vibrancy of colors in ones vision, a slow sweet wind blowing on the rooftop, temple bells tolling from afar, trains whistling in the distance, silence. All these are beautiful; And that brings me to another question as to what is beauty? What makes this life beautiful?
I’m not expecting answers to these questions, just seeking these little exposures to the answers that lie beyond my comprehension.
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