When I look back at the roads I travelled I realise that every path, every turn, every milestone I crossed - changed something or the other inside me. Not only my looks have changed dramatically but the person inside me has also evolved. When I was a child everything around me was so innocent and simple. With every passing day life became more and more complex.
When I reminiscence about the seasons that passed by I realise that every drop of rain that I held on my palm, every winter breeze that caressed my cheeks, every hot , dry thrust of wind that burnt my skin - changed the way I look at this world.
When I look into the canvas of my experiences I realise that every fragrance of the flowers that blossomed in my garden, every colour of the landscapes I travelled, every sound that caught my attention - changed the way I feel about myself.
Whenever I think about anything I realise that nothing in my life remained the same as I remember them to be. Nothing that I admired remain the same as I see. Nothing that I desire will remain the same as I want it to be.
Whenever I try to fathom this mystery of life that why nothing remain as it was earlier the more I realise that nothing is constant. In fact the only thing that is constant about life is that - NOTHING IS CONSTANT.
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