Actually there isn't much to write about. I did not even think of writing anything. Just felt like starting off...and here I go. From here to where? I have absolutely no idea. It's already eight o clock in the evening and I have some jobs to finish ...and here I am trying to write something. It sounds crazy ! After a hectic day, and still left with some jobs to do, I am sitting here typing away to glory.
Yes, time will never slow down. It moves on relentlessly gathering moment after moment, churning out days and years. We remain wondering - what is it that we want to do? What is it that we are doing? Even before our thought process comes to a logical conclusion, the day moves into a peaceful sleep-filled night and then again the welcoming dawn leads us into the 24 hour fun and drama-filled soap opera of life. Where are we heading to?
It's all so very fast paced and we go along with the flow so casually, drawn by the fervour and fever of time. Time that beckons us, time that allures us, time that kills us, time that taunts us, time that follows us, time that takes us. That moment, that second, that hour in the past teasing us, that future that excites us... where is the present gone??
Oh my God! I am turning to philosophy now. I did not mean to. My moment is now. I am happily typing this... yes, really happy to let go of my mind and treading the path it's taking me on right now. I am happy now and so be it!
