As we go to sleep we realize all that we do on that day, and think about tomorrow. But than when everything is planned our thoughts flow from those days, to many days back, to months sometimes even years, until we reach a point when we think life was so beautiful then. Do we want to say that we have a good job, a stable life, and yet we yearn for something else?
What is this something else? Is it a better life, and how do we define this better life? Or is it all about those precious moments shared with beautiful people that won’t come back! We sit back and get transformed in to a space of laughter, love and life. Friends whom we knew very well, friends that were a part of our life, friends without whom we never thought we could survive. Then what went wrong somewhere that everything turned upside down. That time no more remained, those moments became memories, and those friends faded far away in time. Will these memories also fade in this busy circle of life???????
Where did these moments go, or did we loose those people who created those moments. Or is it that those people whom we once called friends left us and went away. Has life’s path been so difficult and misty that we don’t remember where we lost each other?
The life’s path is become a lonely route. Where we meet others traveling life’s route too, wait for a moment, greet them and again continue on our own. Had I ever thought that life would become so lonely, or was I unaware of loneliness of the path? Is the solitude of this path momentary? I guess so, because all I crave is the tranquility of togetherness amidst solitude.
But I wonder can we go back and recreate those moments? And we know the answer that it cannot be done. As with time we have come far away the route, and we wonder if those who we left behind are still waiting there. They too must have continued the path on their own. Life waits for none; it’s a show that has to go on. Will we ever meet them again? I’m unsure about it. After all future seemed predictable but it never was. All that we learn is ‘Life can never be understood in its future but in its past, going backwards, down the memory lane’
That is why when we go to sleep; a flash back begins of those beautiful memories.
