Casual Thoughtfulness!

Acceptance is apparently the hardest part of life. Just on the verge of stepping into the other side of life, when I look back it already seems like I have lived for so long and that’s unbelievable. I am glad no one barged in with a knife behind my back all these years. Because just a couple of days back I woke up realising I am not the same guy to sleep at 3 and wake up at 10 any longer. My poo wakes me up at 6:30 sharp. And that my friend is how I have designed myself. Apparently! For now, let's just blame it partly on the school going teenager and partly on the work commitments and most importantly the time zone differences from family! Speaking of which, without digressing for another moment, let's just accept the old age rage syndromes and begin speaking of acceptance yet again.  Accepting that another person did not like your design, accepting that your product launch failed to impress the client, accepting that you are scared of falling down, may be yet again; phew...

Moving on is a big game changer in everyones life. Some move on in mind and some in space.  Although as much you try to quantify the two, there never will be a clear winner.   But then, life does move on.  With another episode in action, my life decided to move on both mentally and physically. Mentally of the people of heart, and physically to the land of so called opportunities, Amedicah! (Pun intended) Hence for all, the first step to moving places is boxing things up. As much as I allowed myself to be generous in giving away most of the belongings I possessed, I wrapped everything special I ever have in those 16 boxes. Might as well highlight the disproportions caused in the mind when life goes all robotic. Hence this time I chose to segregate all my belongings by myself rather than relying on some movers and packers touching my valuable things and dumping them irrationally into their boxes. There is a whole life of 40 years enclosed and parceled to a space unknown, un...