Let me fly, says little birdie-Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Primary school poems seldom go
wrong. We realize it decades later that
time really takes time. A baby crawls before it walks and babbles before it
talks only, to realize walking and talking is tiresome and no longer funnier
like the former.
The excitement to see the final
product takes away the sheer happiness in enjoying the process. The race
against time is only to crib at the end about the lost time. Like they say, bees
have to move very fast, only to stay still.
Stop, linger, pause is an amazing
mantra as against the notion of life is too short to safely remove an external
device. Rushing in life means fast forwarding, newer things, forgetting the
past and of course wasting a lot. I
think this is what drives me to recycle and reuse things. Yes, it is a heavy
baggage to carry, but isn’t life all about hiking with rucksacks? The
resolution for 2015 is not to throw away things and people. Life is too short
only to forgive quickly.
Let the new year give me time to walk
slowly and catch the morning breeze, eat slowly and relish every bite, read
calmly and read between the lines, breath slowly and inhale the rhythm of music,
listen well even the unsaid words, think slowly and I have nothing to lose, act
slowly to express and not impress and of course to sleep peacefully and not
check the time before the alarm is gone and race ahead of time.
The killing of my pet cactus is the
testimony to my confusion of being complete or being content; growing slowly or
standing still. Every experience makes me grow. Time takes time.
Welcome 2015, let us live, love and
laugh.
