Bend in the road

Every time when things don’t go the way you want them to be, you begin to wonder who controls your life; the one which you are supposed to control, but often lose its reins.

Seeing the children in orphanages, shanties in the heart of Colombo and even the rural childhoods who seemed to be immune to the evils of poverty, beckons your spirit to the far away corners of your own childhood. Groping for the childhood comforts, you think that life would have been different; it would have even been brighter despite the circumstances that changed your way once you entered the adult world.

Every time a plane flies above your head, you wonder what you are doing down here on earth, when your place would have been the sky. But again you doubt whether it was just another childhood fantasy  or something little more than that-to become a pilot who would have known the sky more than you know the earth now. As a pilot would you ever yearn to be on the ground and do a kind of a job now you seem to be doing?

The truth is that, you and I are adamant to have the best of both worlds without getting used to transition. Even when you are hit with the reality that you are a poor multi-tasker, your heart is not made up to let go of one thing. Because, more often than not, one of them is what you are really good at, while the other is, what you want yourself to be good at. Though, things seem to be sad on the surface, those who make a choice are always being compensated, no matter whether their decision is right or wrong.

When you look around your office, you find many of them end up there by their choice, for the others, it is the sheer chance. It was the tempest that tossed their lives that landed them there.

There are those who aspire to become writers but never make it to a newspaper. On the other hand, there are those who never wish to become journalists until accidentally they discover that their writing is as good as if not better than the regular press people. This is how reality dawns to them. The night watchman becomes a regular fighter in the frontline.

Life is a funny pantomime whose strings are in invisible hands. True enough, we know very little about the complicated details of living; as a result of which we go by what we see.

But the truth is, it is not “what you see is what you get” for there seems to be a lot of things we don’t seem to know and when suddenly it hits you, you will only exclaim that it was what you have been looking for all through your life.