Sometimes I wonder what would be the perfect definition of happiness. Is it the absence of sorrows? Being at peace & content with yourself? or without having to worry or fear about the future.
Sometimes, some major changes come to our lives and we get busy with it. It is neither a delightful moment nor a time to be sad. Yet we forget our sadness and loneliness by trying
to manage ourselves in that situation. This is the exact phase I’m going through and am not sure of being happy about it or not. Definitely it has suppressed my feelings, diminished my emotion & I’m yet to overcome them but in deep down there, in some corner of my soul I hear a question being raised, being echoed “ Am I happy ? “ to which I can’t find the answer. I am still trying to come out from blues. I know this just a phase of life where I have become unresponsive to fewer aspects of life but whatever it is, it helps.
Yesterday evening, on a pretext of wanting to get some fresh air, I went to a beach trying to
‘Grab’ a chunk of peaceful life. I was walking on dry & coarse sand & just out of curiosity I looked back onto the traces of my foot-steps left behind. I just couldn’t find them. There were thousands of footsteps there amidst which mine were completely lost. After a brief while of me being numb, a sudden thought struck my mind. Isn’t ‘Life’ so much like a bed of sand? Where you have your footsteps along with your friends, relatives and your entire near-dear ones, imprinted. Try looking back at those impressions and if you aren’t able to find your own footsteps, you need to realize that you are undeniably a lucky person who had (or having) many to walk with you, just that few alike unlucky me can
clearly see his footsteps trailing from miles without their presence in our life’s journey.
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