HAVE WE ARRIVED YET !

Mark Twain said that  The secret of getting ahead is to getting started .

In my last entry I had written about giving wings to your dreams. I guess somewhere buried deep within us lies our passion. Smothered and suffocated but when we answer our calling, it sees the bright daylight . In that one minute ,we witness one of the most magical moment. It is similar to the transformation of a larva into a beautiful butterfly which has brilliant colours in its wings .

While I was writing the last article I was doing my own soul searching .My life too had paradoxically become an act of circus. Juggling a career, home….putting up with individuals who sapped out my patience as well as my energy. I at times felt as if something was screaming within me, the screams would become even more louder and clear at night when I would retire to bed. Those screams would even put a banshee to shame . Hey by the way I am not diagnosed for borderline Alzheimer’s. Lost in me somewhere was my passion for writing which was screaming for my attention.

I vividly remember doing some scribble dribble when I was in class 4. When I entered high school my school headmistress inspired me to write .Write , I did ,some of my poems even got published in the leading newspapers. My love affair with words continued further, my poems even got me many accolades when I had entered many poetry writing competitions. As I completed my schooling something tragic occurred, my tryst with the poetess in me came to an end.

Time flew by quickly, as if it was a bird which had spread its wings in the vast blue sky.I suddenly realised, my time had arrived I had to follow my calling and I braved and picked up my pen …..Oh! those moments where so torturous, I was uncertain whether the words and sentences would love me , as passionately I loved them. Just like a person in love who was in a hot pursuit of his beloved , I started by writing a line or two initially. Slowly I did start writing, just like a dense morning fog giving away to bright sunshine , everything became very clear. I realised that I was destined to write. This reminds me of a poem by Wes Beavis, one of the most celebrated author of the best selling book” Become The Person You Dream of Being.” The poem is titled I Have Decided.

                                                                   

 I Have Decided

To do something

My plans may be grand
Or just barely stand

I may help the planet

Or just one person on it

I may be a success

Or learn from my mess

But I have decided

To do something

I have decided

To do something

I may run with the breeze

Or crawl on my knees

I may be applauded

Or go unrewarded

I’ll do all that it takes

And I’ll make mistakes

But I have decided

To do something

Today I am confident that I am not chasing a mirage, I know that I have finally arrived after lots of trials and tribulation. My new found freedom lies unfolded in front of me. My flow of thoughts and writing are in sync and they come to me as if I was the Piped Piper.

They say that A Dream will draw water from an empty well . My dreams were successful in awakening me from my deep slumber. But have you given enough time for yourself ? Do it before time runs out.