This is the beginning of the life I will live in a new city, country, continent and language. I wonder how it will be when I land in Italy? I decide to keep an open mind and just worry instead about the days spent packing and preparing for departure. I live in India, and I will be "leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again". I have listened to Jhon Denver so many times to instill in myself the feeling of departure but alas, I feel it not.
I started writing this when my friend suggested it to me before I left. And I will follow through (albeit almost a month late) with her request. Thank you dear friend for the beautiful idea and I hope that I don't disappoint you. My plan is to first catch up with the month delay and then posting every week after that. Wish me luck! I hope that these thoughts are worth your time.
I'm finally leaving home, everything seems so unreal, is it really happening? I mean, can pieces of paper get me to another geographical location, another world? Another time? Just paper, from trees, and ink from plants, get us to places from the equator to the poles, from the Mariana trench to the moon (so far). What we can accomplish is endless, what we realize is definite, but not until the time comes. Even then it all seems like a a dream, a fading moment, a glimpse of idyllic emotions.
The reality of the situation has clearly not struck me yet. I have been wanting and waiting for a chance to do my Masters degree after I graduated three years ago, and I finally have come to this bridge but I don't feel like it exists yet; It is still under construction, or so I keep telling myself. The land of science, history, art and beautiful people (among many other things) awaits me soon. Too soon?
There are those that stop and think about the moment while it passes, and those who let it go, and just live; they are the ones who truly become human 'beings' not human 'doings'.
But both of these people can regret, both can underestimate or overestimate a moment in the present or in hindsight, neither will revisit the moment, but both can store their memories in a snow globe.
Somehow, moments can never truly tell you who you are, but they can give you insight about a world of opportunities within yourself to lead you on to an inspired life.
These days, sometimes feel like a very long moment.
I started writing this when my friend suggested it to me before I left. And I will follow through (albeit almost a month late) with her request. Thank you dear friend for the beautiful idea and I hope that I don't disappoint you. My plan is to first catch up with the month delay and then posting every week after that. Wish me luck! I hope that these thoughts are worth your time.
4th September 2016
The reality of the situation has clearly not struck me yet. I have been wanting and waiting for a chance to do my Masters degree after I graduated three years ago, and I finally have come to this bridge but I don't feel like it exists yet; It is still under construction, or so I keep telling myself. The land of science, history, art and beautiful people (among many other things) awaits me soon. Too soon?
There are those that stop and think about the moment while it passes, and those who let it go, and just live; they are the ones who truly become human 'beings' not human 'doings'.
But both of these people can regret, both can underestimate or overestimate a moment in the present or in hindsight, neither will revisit the moment, but both can store their memories in a snow globe.
Somehow, moments can never truly tell you who you are, but they can give you insight about a world of opportunities within yourself to lead you on to an inspired life.
These days, sometimes feel like a very long moment.
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