Blahsphemy

We get attached to certain words. We treat them like our kids. We proudly display them whenever or wherever we can. We feel odd if we don't have them around. We feel jealous if someone else uses them. We simply can't let go of them.

It finally happened. Today I didn't have any blog-revelations to share. The slate was wiped clean. Not even a word. It's the beginning of a new era. I can feel it. Bring it on.

The spiders scurried in to feed on the fresh pieces my brain threw up on the blogosphere. Nothing much has changed down here. It's the same binary rule. You are either the one or a zero. There is no role reversal. The wires buzz with the same content. The word fresh has become superfluous. Repacked, reshaped, rewritten is more like it. That's what life has come to these days. It's just the same old wine in new bottles. Bottles change, the wine doesn't.

What would it be like to let go off your profession? What will be it like if I put my career on the backburner? What will be it like to take the plunge? It's funny, there is only one way to find an answer to these questions is to do it. The day I might do it is not so far away. I beleive it's time I lived life my way. It's time to rewind a few things. Take some risks and start living. Time for that wall to wall bookrack bursting with my books. Time to work when I feel like it. Time to be with the ones that love you. Time to savour nature. Time to tend to the little flowers in your garden. Time to pause and enjoy whatever life throws at you. Time to have a few pets. Time to play music to your heart's content. Time to meditate. Time to do it all. I am already feeling good.

"We are always taught to follow our dream to achieve greater goodness in life. What if one doesn't have any dreams to pursue? What do they achieve in life?" Won't that make a great opening line for a book? Or a movie for that matter? Well, of late, such potent thoughts have started visiting me the moment my head hits the pillow. I lie there helplessly drugged by my desire to sleep and the inertia to get up, brave the cold, switch on the laptop and key in those words for posterity. Maybe, one day I will overcome the odds and just do it. Should I?

“If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets like Michelangelo painted or Beethoven composed music or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, ‘Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.’” – Martin Luther King, Jr.