“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.”
– Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
Indeed one of the best opening lines of a book that ever is. When I was taking stock of the past year. My birthday month does that to me. I remembered these lines and I realized these words describe what I feel towards the year that was rather brilliantly. In the course of the past year I have discovered for better or for worse life has been eventful. It most definitely was the best of the times.. Discovered unexpected friendships, crazy connections, laughed like I had never laughed before, danced a lot, fair bit of travel, quit a job which I had been trying to for the longest time, had the best sabbatical after, experienced the high and glory of seeing big dreams and working towards them, rediscovered my passion for music and dancing, met so many interesting people who’ve left their permanent footprints in my life, loved like a fool, believed like an innocent, deeply connected with spirituality, owing to lots of failed plans became smarter and wiser than all my other years put together, read a lot of different writers and sensitized myself to a lot of diversity.. Really it was the spring of hope.
What I really have discovered is-
Nomenclature is overrated! You know the need to name everything every relationship every sorta work is so unnecessary. Is knowing not more important than naming? Isn’t love a self sufficient definition? Or its sub category needs to be well defined for it to work as well? Why should one need to have to say they are “self employed” or “in between jobs” when they are one a quest to discover self. Why underestimate the learning, the maturity, the wisdom attained by dreaming big, falling hard and picking yourself up? Why should that interim period be named anything. We were in a relationship but now we should just be friends but there is still love? Someone tell me why the by line is so important? A modern day curse of advertising.. To have a rider attached?
Analysis and judgment of another’s rationale behind doing/saying things is pointless. Like many others, I don’t have me figured why must I painstakingly bring upon myself the task of understanding people around me. So much easier to just take them for who they are and be with them.
The simplest things in life are often the truest. Our conditioning is such that simple emotions, pleasures seem to good to be true. We keep looking for a catch and miss out the essence. Accept it some folks are just good souls, some connections were made for you to feel bliss. If something feels like it is for you in it’s most sincere, honest and simple form and it makes your heart glad.. Know you are real fortunate you found that and instead of unleashing the devil in the detail.. just follow it’s bliss.. follow your bliss
It was also the season of darkness and being lost. Thinking I’ve found my bearings each time to learn otherwise. Learnt, unlearnt, forget, yet to forget. Experienced for the first time raised eye brows, had shadows of doubt cast upon me, had my fundamental traits revised.. I am now not to be too impulsive, check my spontaneity, get a grip on my restlessness, think passion is over rated, perhaps getting practical and shurgging off the notions of a life less ordinary is the order of the day. Challenged a lot of cliches such as the first heart break is the worst, Now I think we don’t really always know when the first happens.. the real first could happen after several supposed firsts, and yes that real first really hurts. And I have learnt that sometimes one does get to ahead of themselves. But I still don’t know how to confine my dreams and fancies to the threatening realms of reality. I have reluctantly admitted nice guys do finish last and one has to consider cheating when dealt with a bad hand of cards. I’ve learnt sometimes the stakes are so high you got to fold and sit it out till the next game. it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness
I have learnt that I am always learning and I still make claims but when I have to eat my words, well that’s been an acquired taste. I know from my mistakes and those of others that one shouldn’t burn their bridges behind them. Life is too freakin long and unpredictble at every bend for one to do that. One strike of lightening may require refuge in a particular shelter. Not our place to undermine the special protection only that shelter can provide even though the current roof on your head doesn’t have a single leak.. One should be smart and humble enough to know tomorrow is another day and this person they’ve met in their yesterdays could save them in their tomorrows. Yes, life moves on. Moves on best when you have the people who matter to you by your side and you know you haven’t hurt them.. Then it’s a smooth sail otherwise uncalled for storms..
In retrospect for my journey from being 25 to almost 26..
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times”