Why is it that dying to live and living to die are so much the same yet so different?
Why is it that pain is always accompanied by joy, though they may be experienced by souls afar?
Why is it that life seems to take a U-turn just when it seems to be moving forward?
The ephemeral sands of time always seem to slip ever faster, when the grip is tighter. A success is meant to be followed with a failure. Happiness is meant to be followed by pain.
A look from the other side of the glass is certainly more blissful.
Pain being followed by happiness, failure being followed by success and a faster paced life being a lot more enjoyable.
But how long can one survive the insanity of being brought back to where one started. Or do the twists and turns make one so delirious, to miss the panoramic view that follows alongside the long and winding road of life?
Every cloud has a silver lining they say. But why doesn't every u-turn lead you forward? Or does it? Is the step that seemingly takes one back, actually a step forward? Or what seems to be going forward actually taking away the truth of life?
Could life be bribed to be the way it is wanted to be? Or has the deal been struck, oblivious to the eye?
Can death be better than life? Or is living a way of the dead?
Is life the option or is it death?
Imagine:
You board a bus to head to a destination far off. Midway, the bus takes a U-turn. What do you do? Sit and hope that the U-turn is a part of the journey? Get off the bus, immediately 'cause you are sure to end up where you began? Or just focus elsewhere, a direction which you may or may not ever take?
Thinking hard is not an option, but hard thinking is and hardly thinking even more so.
Karle karle tu ek sawaal, aisa sawaal joh zindagi badal de……
Main itne sawaal toh roz puchta hun, meri zindagi mein badlaav kab aayega?? ;)
