“I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)
Another year passes by— seasons swept, lessons learnt, pains endured and pleasures pined. The year that was witnessed some sweeping changes; the world’s most wanted fugitive isn’t Osama bin Laden anymore, no more is there that longing for the next of the Harry Potter movies. And no longer is the dog a man’s best friend (personal computer has won over the dog). Now I know the reason behind this brouhaha about the world coming to an end.
The incessant noise of life; shrill as dynamite, subtle as a cat’s walk. Clutter of cacophony that chokes. Engulfing yet another iota of innocence lost to workplace cynicism.
Plotting a blueprint for life, we miss out on the pleasures of today.
This coming year, may you wander off the paved road and follow that inherent dream. For it takes but a twitch to recapture that forgotten child-like wonder. The revelry of the sight of confetti and crumbled gift wraps on floor. Sometimes the rustle of a leaf is louder than the roar of an engine.
I hope you hear it.
Wishing all readers a Happy New Year!