Let it go ” When a man is just born, he is weak and fIexibIe, when he dies, he is hard and insensitive. One has to give up his wonder or better to say, grow up according to his age, to be par with the expectations of the society, in corresponding to the norms of that age (not on your own, but according to the world’s idea of “growing up”), else, what was considered as a virtue till some time back, would be considered as torpor from now on. Usually, people revive their lost wonder by the children they have borne, hence they can experience the same for some more time and still can be matured by their own, but only for some more time. If someone isn’t going to obey this transition, then he will have to tussle with the life to keep the wonder with him. Anyway, childhood and youth will get wane anyway. Then the quality of wonder remains like a toy without a player, yet we can’t consider it as just another household thing. It slowly permeates with the experience accumulated by age and eventually turns into a state of melancholy. The tussle between the child, which is not yet dead yet the father who is not yet born starts from here.
At mid-thirties suddenly I feel the pace of life slowed down a lot. As if the ship has started to sail yet the shore is still nearby, but am surrounded by nothing but water under my feet. After the initial bustle of starting a journey has settled down, now started to feel the oscillation of the waves. There’s a constant sense of longing at every corner of the thoughts as if to look at the chair where till some time back someone was sitting and now bears something invisible. Everybody says to let it go, I see nothing but water underneath.
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