It was an early morning of March. Sun was just peeping up by the horizon and the highway looked deserted. Some movements up in the sky caught his attention. He could see flocks of birds flying in formations, probably migrating after the winter. Throughout the stretch he could spot flocks and flocks of them, flying towards that unknown horizon. He hadn’t seen such huge flocks before. Yes, many things that caught his eyes these days felt so new to him.
Some people have this way of living, and this was true at least in his case. For any given aspect in life, he grows his own assumptions around it and those assumptions turn into the way of living it. This finally results in the pattern of living the life inside a box. He refuses to change the assumptions. In fact, he refuses to outgrow the box that he has created for himself, and in turn that box controls his living and existence in this world. This box is nothing but a set of rules, routines and sometimes includes his dreams. This box cannot be broken by a second person, for none other than him does realize its existence. Even he couldn’t realize it till now. People came and went throughout his life, some became friends and some chose to remain strangers. Or were those choices made by him?? He once believed he had a best friend and now realize that not even best of the friendships last long. He believed he had everything, every relation, but those beliefs now look like a long lost dream. He never had a dream that could last long. Dreams drifted away, got replaced, postponed or given up. Everyone has their dreams, and would see somebody else living it. The paradox in it is, was somebody living his dream or was he dreaming somebody’s life??
When he could come to his senses and decided to break free, outgrow the box of assumptions he had built around him, it was too late. But nothing is too late anytime, isn’t it?? Still one cannot refuse the fact that a second lost, a moment ignored, cannot be reclaimed or relived. When he was stuck in his box of reveries, the world has changed around him, throwing his little box into one dark corner. Now that he decided to outgrow the box, the world dazzled him, for he had stayed in the dark for long. He felt lost, like forever, in this vast sea of changes; while his little box was still trying to suck him back in to it. He is determined to shatter it one day and that day felt not too far.
A NEW LIFE AWAITS HIM!!!
.........may be continued
