The greatest and most lasting life’s lessons are those that you learn all by yourself.
Nobody can teach you those lessons.
You can’t borrow from other people’s experiences; you can’t learn things through their trials and tribulations.
My experiences have taught me it is almost next to impossible to get a head-start in this race called life. No, there is no way you can do that.
Primarily, because life is not a race, at least not of the kind as popularly perceived.
There are no competitors; there are no trophies, no famous felicitations.
It is not even a competition with your own self. At least, that is not the way things stand for me.
I hate that hurried pace that some like to call a busy, useful life. I despise it vehemently.
I quit that race a few months back. I quit that life, that particular thought process, that kind of company. I quit everything.
I started afresh, with as few regrets as humanly possible.
My new life seized me by the lapels, and had me in a trance for like five months. I threw myself into work with single-minded devotion.
Few months after that, the most valued word in my life became “Sunday”.
Living from weekend to weekend is tough. It breaks your body, but it breaks your soul the most. It took me five whole months to realise that with the approach I had adopted, I was headed towards a dead end.
And, it dawned on me – that brilliant answer I was looking for all this while.
“Who do we race against?”
“We race against time.”
You are given a lifetime of 70-80 years on an average. You go out there and try to make the best of it. You try to accomplish the most you can in this time period.
You try to die with as few regrets as possible.
In these five months, I just worked. Now, work can give immense satisfaction, and self worth. But, what it cannot do is give you brand new experiences every day.
That is what life is all about – gaining new experiences. The kind of experiences people want to gather is obviously a function of taste and inclination.
But, invariably, life is all about gaining experiences.
Here I was spending five months of my life just working.
I missed out on writing and reading.
I missed out on embarking on a new creative project.
I missed out on learning and creating music.
I missed out on making up for all these years of not travelling.
I missed out on making new friends.
I missed out on biking.
I missed out on spending time with loved ones.
I missed out on living well.
It is time that I lived, for the years are numbered and flash by pretty fast. . .
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