As I was sipping through the evening tea amid a sunny clad weather, I noticed something. The vapours of the tea were swirling over the cup. These vapours had a flurry of dance provoked by an external agent. With the wind being that, these were fluttering along the direction in which it passed through. At some point of time, they swooned to the right and then after a pause, to the left. Maybe was it following the tune or was it signalling a message in them?
The message strikes when we juxtapose with our very own lives. Struggle, confusions and the choices that we make along as life passes. An external agent usually provokes us in one way or the other and so, our life goes into that direction. The agent? Circumstances! They in our case can make us lead to a path known or to a roadblock, only to take diversions. Choices can't be made in all situations, just like the vapours in my tea who don't know in which direction the wind carries them away. In the end, all the vapours lead into the same cloud and then the rain pours in.
What's mysterious is how we are tuned by these circumstances and then realize as we reach a certain stage in ourselves. Some are lucky to be carried in the right path, some are backtracked in an opposite way and some keep going around themselves, unaware of the fact that is controlling them. In the end, we all become individuals, the cloud. And then pours in happiness and hope, the rain. Of course, rain can also bring disasters for the circumstances in totality, cause the vapours.
I do feel that there should be a point where in we need to stop, analyze ourselves and seek for a path. But, just being carried away by the things that control us doesn't make us do that. A point to ponder?
The message strikes when we juxtapose with our very own lives. Struggle, confusions and the choices that we make along as life passes. An external agent usually provokes us in one way or the other and so, our life goes into that direction. The agent? Circumstances! They in our case can make us lead to a path known or to a roadblock, only to take diversions. Choices can't be made in all situations, just like the vapours in my tea who don't know in which direction the wind carries them away. In the end, all the vapours lead into the same cloud and then the rain pours in.
What's mysterious is how we are tuned by these circumstances and then realize as we reach a certain stage in ourselves. Some are lucky to be carried in the right path, some are backtracked in an opposite way and some keep going around themselves, unaware of the fact that is controlling them. In the end, we all become individuals, the cloud. And then pours in happiness and hope, the rain. Of course, rain can also bring disasters for the circumstances in totality, cause the vapours.
I do feel that there should be a point where in we need to stop, analyze ourselves and seek for a path. But, just being carried away by the things that control us doesn't make us do that. A point to ponder?
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