.....Here I come again.... The previous weekend was indeed a great one in the last couple of years at least as far as the self's remembrance goes... The weekend usually goes off idling away to glory doing nothing beneficial.....catching up with friends, acquaintances, strangers, so on and so forth. The weekend passes by usually with above mentioned humans in having a cuppa coffee, seldom, often imbibing into the liquid diet. Generically can be termed as worthless time spent with no motive or objectives. Else it just is total idle of time doing nothing at all rotting like a vegetable unused, unsavoured.
But the weekend just passed by has shown me great deal of what life has to offer. It started off with a lazy note on the saturday morning. Thanks to the liquid diet that the self was on, on the friday night. For once it all went as planned on the saturday afternoon. We caught up to play cricket which we have not done in quite a while. K, N, R, P and the self induldged ourselves in a few games of cricket. Thought not physically stressed by the game but immensely releived of a guilt that we had not sweat in quite some time. Yes, ofcourse, though the self and the others except for N did not run around much, we still felt that our strokes are pretty much there. We still had a great deal of straight bat. We still possesed some fine leg glances. We could still turn the ball quite a bit. We had all that excitement and passed comments, sledged each other jovially as the spirit of the game grew. "Its over...its all over for him","yup...pitch it right there and he would offer a regulation catch".... so on and so forth. In all it was a very decent effort seen through till a good end.
Then came a part of the day when the self saw quite a deal of what life has to offer. R, N and the self caught up for a while at one of the reggular hangouts. This was by far for me one of those conversations that we have had in the recent times which was totally abstained from pure non sense and gibberish that we speak every other time. N spoke brilliantly, R and the self counter argued and agreed to disagree on a few things, but agreed to most of it.
We talked about how we push ourselves to get what we need in life. N uttered a concept of "Point of No Return". It simply means to an extent a human feels that he cant push himself/herself any more. It also means that, so far this feet has been acheived and there is a lot more to cover, while you just rest for a moment and think, let go ahead. It also means, that this feet has been achieved, I will come back later to cover the rest.
We talked about things that do not yield upon touching base with the point of no return, hence we most often step back and decide to come back for it once again..... Lest there is another aspect to it. I will persist, just stay there , stand still, I shall not wither, I shall make myself a synony for persistence. Persistence is what as they say brings out the mettle in a human. Persistence as the self sees is the first step the journey called Perseverence. Hence as the old chinese proverb goes " A journey of thousand miles starts with a single step" , persistence is a small single step. Lest it just makes the human robust and strengthen him through the journey of perseverence.
These things when he spoke, came as a realisation to me. The self looked at the self and questioned in amazement. Have I not stood there? Have I not waited? Did I wither?Did I step back? Did I reconsider? Did I think about coming back later? I never ever realised that I was standing on my point of no return. That conversation dint hin to me, that I actually have a point of no return. What N spoke was absolutely logical but, for me I believe there is no point of no return...... I believe Point of no return is in the process of looking and working forward towards a definite destination. But what i've chosen is not a destination, its a journey.... if used as a management jargon, its not a project, it an operation. This journey of happiness that I want step on and tread the unbeaten path has its destination only at a place called "Bliss" . Is that all about this journey? Very ambigously, strangely and extremely surprisingly, but with extreme pleasure I see this destination is not a place where I can stop myself and look back and say i've achieved a feet. Lest, this destination in itself is a journey towards eternity. Its a journey that doesnt have a destination. Lest it offers you all the fruits and blessings of a destination through out the journey.
This is just what I call a perfect paradox that life has to offer me. "The destination which is a journey" . Its so true that, this journey wouldnt be present, this destination wouldnt exist for if do not have the need for "LIFE". Most of it all, this is a beautiful persistence and an excellent perseverence - a journey that I am desperate to begin.
Phaedrus
But the weekend just passed by has shown me great deal of what life has to offer. It started off with a lazy note on the saturday morning. Thanks to the liquid diet that the self was on, on the friday night. For once it all went as planned on the saturday afternoon. We caught up to play cricket which we have not done in quite a while. K, N, R, P and the self induldged ourselves in a few games of cricket. Thought not physically stressed by the game but immensely releived of a guilt that we had not sweat in quite some time. Yes, ofcourse, though the self and the others except for N did not run around much, we still felt that our strokes are pretty much there. We still had a great deal of straight bat. We still possesed some fine leg glances. We could still turn the ball quite a bit. We had all that excitement and passed comments, sledged each other jovially as the spirit of the game grew. "Its over...its all over for him","yup...pitch it right there and he would offer a regulation catch".... so on and so forth. In all it was a very decent effort seen through till a good end.
Then came a part of the day when the self saw quite a deal of what life has to offer. R, N and the self caught up for a while at one of the reggular hangouts. This was by far for me one of those conversations that we have had in the recent times which was totally abstained from pure non sense and gibberish that we speak every other time. N spoke brilliantly, R and the self counter argued and agreed to disagree on a few things, but agreed to most of it.
We talked about how we push ourselves to get what we need in life. N uttered a concept of "Point of No Return". It simply means to an extent a human feels that he cant push himself/herself any more. It also means that, so far this feet has been acheived and there is a lot more to cover, while you just rest for a moment and think, let go ahead. It also means, that this feet has been achieved, I will come back later to cover the rest.
We talked about things that do not yield upon touching base with the point of no return, hence we most often step back and decide to come back for it once again..... Lest there is another aspect to it. I will persist, just stay there , stand still, I shall not wither, I shall make myself a synony for persistence. Persistence is what as they say brings out the mettle in a human. Persistence as the self sees is the first step the journey called Perseverence. Hence as the old chinese proverb goes " A journey of thousand miles starts with a single step" , persistence is a small single step. Lest it just makes the human robust and strengthen him through the journey of perseverence.
These things when he spoke, came as a realisation to me. The self looked at the self and questioned in amazement. Have I not stood there? Have I not waited? Did I wither?Did I step back? Did I reconsider? Did I think about coming back later? I never ever realised that I was standing on my point of no return. That conversation dint hin to me, that I actually have a point of no return. What N spoke was absolutely logical but, for me I believe there is no point of no return...... I believe Point of no return is in the process of looking and working forward towards a definite destination. But what i've chosen is not a destination, its a journey.... if used as a management jargon, its not a project, it an operation. This journey of happiness that I want step on and tread the unbeaten path has its destination only at a place called "Bliss" . Is that all about this journey? Very ambigously, strangely and extremely surprisingly, but with extreme pleasure I see this destination is not a place where I can stop myself and look back and say i've achieved a feet. Lest, this destination in itself is a journey towards eternity. Its a journey that doesnt have a destination. Lest it offers you all the fruits and blessings of a destination through out the journey.
This is just what I call a perfect paradox that life has to offer me. "The destination which is a journey" . Its so true that, this journey wouldnt be present, this destination wouldnt exist for if do not have the need for "LIFE". Most of it all, this is a beautiful persistence and an excellent perseverence - a journey that I am desperate to begin.
Phaedrus
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Amazing blog! Continue the good entries.
I dont have much time right now to write a lot of my blathering opinions,(my lil girl needs attention, lol), but when I logon again, I will explain in depth why I agree with this article.
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