The past so many days have flown past like a tornado. Leaving a trail of destruction behind. As the dayz whizzed by and i struggled to keep pace with it, the oft repeated question of ‘for how long’ was back to haunt me.
Freedom, has been a very important and passionate word for me. But i am not completely sure what it means to be free. Does it mean that i will be free of worries. Free of loans. Free of bosses. Free of needs. Free of what ? Perhaps free from myself and my own turbulations.
As the days whizzed by, i kept company of freedom through ‘Freedom’ by Osho. It is a refreshingly different book, and i sense that something is on in me. Rather fundamentally.
Over the last so many months there has been a growing realisation that i am a beautiful person indeed. No matter, what anybody else thinks. Yes, there is a not-so-good side. But i recognise it, and have been able to say, ‘well, thats me as well.’ And thats not been easy.These days, there are spasms of calmness that keep me occassional company. Islands of peace in turbulent seas. But these occassions remind of the endless possibilities that are present. Well within me.
Maybe, this has been a good time. Well, as Charles Dickens wrote in Tale of Two cities, this perhaps is the best of times. Perhaps the worst of times too.
Life goes on !