Waiting in the wilderness

The conventions and rules regarding how to live are all man-made. That does not give them any immunity from change. Your life is a script you keep writing while you are living. When the curtains fall at the intermission and you are short of substance to get your next act together, you can always start all over again from the prologue.

Put down the spoon and fork, wear your worn out flip flops and take to the roads, walk miles and miles away from your comfort zone and meet your new self waiting for you so many towns and villages away. When everything else around you seems too familiar to inspire you, cycle away to see sadder  forms of life, begging on the roads, lying lifeless on hospital beds or wheeling their lives in homes for differently-abled.

Take off your boxes of trinkets and redo your chronology. Read again the old letters and thank-you notes sent by friends. Find your age- old teen book, song book and the autograph and read them instead of the newspapers that are full of depressing realities and questionable truths.

Visit your nursery to remember how happy you were, when you were a kid. Bring a piece of your old self with you when you come back. Read again your Little Miss Sunshine stories and Bedtime story books. Watch again your collection of cheesy movies, and cry if you can’t stop it.

Walk to the paint shop and pick a random colour to paint your room, if that fails to lull you to a tranquil sleep, convert your ceiling into the night sky strewn with stars. Then, whenever you feel blank, there will be an ever so shinning sky to meet your  gaze.

Pick Paulo Coelho or Hellen Keller from the nearest bookstore. Believe it when they say, optimism has all the vitamins and minerals to nourish your soul. Accept it when they say it’s okay to lose yourself at 30 and find a new self in exchange to the old one.

Dissolve your worries in tartar sauce and wash away your guilt in green tea. Fall in chocolate. Stop heaving for the good looking men who didn’t fall for you; coz it’s their loss to let you slip away from their radars so easily. Love is not love when it sports with your tears or cuts deep into your heart. Enduring endless torture is not an act of a lover but that of a depresophile.

Lock away things that you don’t need any more. Throw away things that have become garbage with time. Put away the puzzle you got tired of working on, instead start on something new which has pieces not touched by anyone else.  Learn the language of your God and the universe, so then he will hear your prayers better.

Live for yourself, and before becoming performer to the world, be a fair judge of your performance.