Its 1 a.m. and yes I should be fast asleep, rejuvenating myself for yet another hectic day at work - elaborate experiments wait to be executed, cells to be cultivated and journals to be updated. But I have other things on my mind, boggling me. Every now and then I get bouts of sheer pandemonium about my existence, my life, my very purpose on this populated land we affectionately call home. In the past, I have been very restless about my future that seemed to be changing like autumn foliage. But today, firmly secured with a rather rewarding (mentally) job I am at ease. I can feel a sense of poise emanating from within but not in all aspects.
Three complete years after I walked away from home, I still yearn for where I belong.
"....I long for the sense of belonging to a place called home."
But...my journey to fulfill my dream has just begun. How will I make it till the end? Life is to be savored along the way - so is my belief. With only one of the myriad of things that make my life complete, I struggle to hike to the end of the path, reassuring myself that it is the product of my patience and perseverence which will pay off someday. However, there is a caveat: the fruit of my labor is not going to return the forgotten friends, forsaken ties, lost moments...
I realise this completely today. But was I aware of this then? Or maybe I was blurred with other visions of immediate gratification....
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This is very well written but theres not much info about you out there to really understand the meaning.
You have an amazing command over the language and its nice to read stuff from people such as yourself.
Do check out my blog when you get time. I've only started blogging (actively) this month. Still, you might find my posts interesting.
-PeAce
--WiTh
---GuNs
Hey Manndeep,
You oughtta reply to comments here. It makes up for interesting conversations.
-PeAcE
--WiTh
---GuNs
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