It is tough to identify the single most important reason that resulted in me writing this on a rainy night at 0312 IST.
It could be the defining moment when I chose what was likely to be The Path early this year. The decision that stumped most and shocked the rest of the world that I was known to. Nevertheless, it made sense to me. I guess that was what mattered at the end of the day. What mattered was what I thought of it at the end of the day.
It could have been the eye-opening journey that I embarked upon. The journey that helped me learn that there was more to the world than I knew existed. The journey that quelled any doubts that I had while I stood at the fork in The Path that had left me in a state of quandary.
It could be the presence of the dependable friends who guided, helped, and mentored me. Those who patiently bore with my idiosyncrasies. Those who were there when I needed them the most. Those whom I am most grateful to.
It could be the crazy, bull headed, and dogmatic me. These may not sound like (and my belief is that they are not) the qualities that one should aspire to have. Nevertheless, I guess in some manner, shape or form, they may be the reason between a shot in the dark and a bulls-eye.
Whatever the reason, the fact remains that I have achieved part of what I intended to achieve. The rest of the part is yet to come. Held in the future, it beckons me to follow the lead. Taking one-step at a time, calm and composed.
Today, I finally took the leap. Hoping and praying to god that I would be able to fly. Spreading my arms far and wide, I hoped to be the bird who flapped away towards the lighthouse. Flapping furiously, the light firmly in my sight, I hoped to be there before I lost breath and gave up. For I knew that if I did give up, I would end up dropping down like a rock. Not for once wondering why I took the jump. Instead, wondering why I did not try harder.
However, the leap was good enough. It did not get me to the end. But, it was the first jumps among many to come. It was not the greatest of shots at goal. But it seemed to serve its purpose. It was not convincing enough. Nevertheless, it got me to the other side. It was not something that all would be proud of. Yet again, something for which others would kill without blinking an eye. What mattered was that it was something that had my head spinning and my heart pumping!
And as the road winds ahead, I set my eyes on the road ahead. There is a lot of distance to cover. A lot of oil to burn and a lot of sweat to wipe. But, I chose the path. And I intend to make it happen.
It may not be a milestone for some. It may sound like a non-event for most. It may have all the makings of the ‘mountain out of a molehill’ story. But then, life is not all about the breaths that we take. Rather, it is all about the moments that take your breath away!
