When was the last time we laughed so hard that we couldn't even get the sound to the throat? We just laid back on the floor rolling and shrugging our shoulder like an epileptic without making a sound.
When was the last time we found a joke so funny that we kept laughing unable to explain it to our friend, and laughed harder while telling it to them?
When was the last time we cried while watching a tearjerker?
When was the last time we told someone we love them and actually touched their heart by the depth of your words?
The list goes on..
There are so many things I have done which made this life so wonderful and beautiful. Those little tender moments of innocence which I did without any pretension, without any thought about anyone, but just by being myself. But as time passed and I realised I am 'matured' those things slowly got detached from my life. As I learnt to 'behave' myself before the world those unpretencious moments faded away to oblivion.
Today when I realised I hadn't laughed heartily in a while, it suddenly dawned upon me how mechanical my life has become. Life has curved its niche around work, further studies, career and settling down. In the midst of all these big decisions of my life, I just feel the need to stop by and look back what actually have I been missing.
My childhood life was filled with adventurous days and the thrill to explore what lies ahead. Those moments of unpretencious me made me feel 'real' and so life was beautiful. Today when I have lived close to half of my life and know somehow what this life is all about I feel dry and miss the joy of life. Is this what life is supposed to become for everyone who grows up? When people sober down do they miss those little joys of life like I do?
Today I want to laugh so hard that I would pee my pants a little..
I want to savour the taste of the wildberries and taste them like the best thing in the world..
I want to feel the fear of a small kid going to the math class without doing his homework..
I want to feel the adventure of the young me who stole a handful of amul powder and licked it up from under the bed..
I want to feel the excitement of trying my first hand at learning to riding a cycle..
I want to...sighh!
Bro,those silly :-) moments of life are the only source of our happiness in this messed up yet so ever-growing life. There could have been no other better way of paying tribute to all those moments & to them who contributed unknowingly to those moments...Cheers to life.
ReplyDeleteThank you Ambuj..for your insight. And thank you for reading.
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