Definitions seldom change. But they do, at least. A year ago, Liberty held a different sense for me. It was like gulping down few cans of beer and walking straight, way back home without bothering about the precautionary measures, to not to be caught drunk at home. I was a confused youngster then(I still am). He who said that responsibility teaches you many things was certainly not a mad man. Definition changed. Of Liberty. I now think its raising and running a home which is metaphorically equal to life.
Yet it comes to defining again. Happy. Satisfied. Contented. Successful. All of them are closely equal to many people. They were, for me too, till a point of time. I was that kind of guy who used to have goosebumps all over witnessing some historical achievements of people. I still do. Bu then it's all about drawing a fine line between witnessing & pursuing. Fantasies never become passions. Fascinations never become Aspirations.
At least I think I well know now what my purpose is & I am already behind it. In pursuit. Being sensible, balanced, throughout this bubble sized life is what that makes some sense, end of the day. For me, though.
Smiling. I have one close associate in my life now. That person's definitions vary. Outlook differs. Insights contradict. Many such. Above all, We love. I can't lose track of my map chasing flashy ambitions which, on the other hand rationally prove out to be unrealistic. But I can explain my approach & can bring her down to make peace with me. When curtains go down, and lights go off, Its all only both of us & nobody else. Nobody.
Aaah Sandeep. I visualize you reading this, nodding in contemplation, throwing out half smiles every now and then, when you totally figure out what am I talking about. Nobody else would more precisely evaluate my psychological state of being better than this man & even time I hang up his call, I incur one priceless piece of advice from him, which I never forget to nail.
Would Love to Live Sensible.
A Simple Bastard.
