An eternity is a long time particularly if one has lost the will to live. The cast away shadows of one's minds and the angelic realms of banal existence have many ramifications. To dwell on the past is to fill oneself with nostalgia for even the saddest of events for one is bound to romanticize the past and memories are meant to mislead. Overpowering surge of emotions would drive logic away rendering one impotent of creative thought and action. Curse of survival is a strong thing. It can force you to take on more than you can chew while maintaining a state of high-on-life. The constant duality of good and evil, success and failure, joy and sorrow, overwhelms and sabotages. Life as we know it allures and deceives. Perplexing endeavours are taken and contrived to suit the contours and meninges of our gray matter. Limited perspectives give rise to conflicts and peacemaking is a tough task. Beauty and flow of life is such that it does not usually provide us with time to stand and stare. Unusually kind strangers swipe us off our feet and make us realize there is still good in this world. When we are not good at handling rejection and neither is the universe too kind to offer redemption, where do we go? What source of happiness do we look for? Where do we go if not here? We hope our tomorrows will be more colorful than today yet we do little to change the small things that bind us to who we are today. Inside that beautiful mind of ours is a world of chaos and uncertainty. We don't know what we want yet feel pulled by the siren call of all that isn't ours and can never belong to us. Do things matter that much? Or is it just a reminiscent corollary of generations past? What is, what will be and what never can happen coincide. Or perhaps these dreams die inside us causing great pain and causing internal catastrophe. What then is the world if filled with rainbow and sunshine. Alternatively, we can build castles in the air only to have them crumbling down upon us. Reality creeps up on us when we least suspect it and our worlds of wonder are lost forever. What we have lost always has a way of coming back to us or so I read in my thick copy of Harry Potter. A theory goes that the past, present and future co-exist in the same moment. We were, are and will be. Together. Is there any way of moving back? Running away or turning time? Perhaps. But how that will be advantageous remains to be seen. An adventure is not an adventure unless it is spontaneous. Often people describing themselves as "travellers" on social media do the opposite of travelling. They plan it out, chalk every last detail of the plan well in advance and kill the suspense for themselves. Their days are counted, their purpose is established and the age old tradition of travelling so as to get lost in a new place is lost in translation. We travel to show off on social media or to write travelogues which would pay. No one dives deep into the rich experience that is travelling. Inherently, mingling with the locals is either restricted or orchestrated in this form of traveling. Do we acknowledge our mistake? Absolutly not. We are having way too much fun getting the likes. Our egos are being fed at the rate of several reactions per second. Our achievements are being measured by the dimensions of our LinkedIn professional networks and connections. In such a limited space, how will the mind grow? Is it just the external environment that is to be blamed? What about our lack of concentration and poor focus? For how long can a book sustain our attention? What is the attention span of a modern human being reduced to? "Is there a way out of the mind" said Sylvia Plath. Getting trapped inside one's head is the worst fate. Some call it madness, some self-obsession. The gruelling pace of life and the cruel world keep us on our toes at all times. Do we exit the stage of life with a grand bow or do we free fall hence ending our role on the stage at once? "All's the world a stage" and I am looking for a way out. My frustrated brain knows that, my heart knows that but no human being does. I lost my will to live, my zealous enthusiasm to pursue my dreams, the fire in my belly and the fighter spirit. The 'Lost and Found' section blatantly refused coming across even one such thing anywhere on the college campus.
