It takes a long time to build something, but only one reckless moment to destroy it. That's particularly true of me. In fact, self-destruction could well be my middle name. Yes, I am referring to the blogs I deleted. Do I regret my act? Especially since the quality of the future ones seems to be taking a downward curve, and exponentially at that. Well, to be absolutely honest - No. I miss them, maybe, but don't regret not having them.
Most people I know spend most of their lives building something. A career, relationships (well!), wealth, house, kids, etc., It's great. It gives a sense of purpose, a sense of direction to one's life. And in the process one enjoys life. I hear. It does seem like a perfect, the most sensible way to lead life. But, in the end, what they have built entraps them, doesn't it? So much so that they can't escape even if they wanted to. Well, they can, but would they? What you've built, it's a bit like the gravity of earth, keeps pulling you down to earth.
For me the thrill of life is in starting afresh, every now and then. I am reckless, yes. But there is a certain thought process behind my recklessness. The minute I start feeling the burden of what I am building, I need to scrap it. I don't deny that there are moments when I think fondly of the comforts I would have had from what I lost or chose to lose. But honestly, I've never regreted the loss. The excitement of the new episode is far greater!
I would love to keep changing my field of work, not just jobs. Even if that means, having to learn something new, starting at the bottom of the ladder. I like the idea of constantly changing houses, even if it means setting it up and making it a home all over again! I just love the idea of change! Even if one of these changes ends up not being to my liking; even if it makes me uncomfortable; even if it isn't rewarding; I still would not regret it. For it tells me something about myself, something I may have never discovered otherwise.
Hmm...it is strange that, for some one who is often accused of not being good at adapting to change, I seem to constantly seek it!
If there is anything the nonconformist hates worse than a conformist, it's another nonconformist who doesn't conform to the prevailing standard of nonconformity.
Thursday, 20 December 2007
Wednesday, 19 December 2007
And I have done it again!
I wasn't happy with my confused bored blog. I blame wordpress. But now that I am back to blogger, expect the poems to flow! Hello Hello anybody there?? Echo! :-)
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