Ramblings

There are times when life just speeds by, sailing through time at a frightening pace. Faces we know becomes mere milestones on the road to nowhere, words become ramblings that echo from time to time without any purpose or meaning; Routine becomes a compulsive, vicious stranglehold.

The remarkable irony, I just discovered, is that we realize life is a journey when we are on a actual journey. When we are between a source and a destination, in the middle of nowhere, maybe happy to be going somewhere, or sad to go away from somewhere, but nonetheless, the journey sometimes sums up what you are with such eloquence, that the overemphasis makes you miss the point. For example, I never realized I am a rambler. I ramble on and on with no rhyme or reason. This one is a prime example of what I am trying to say. Before I embarked upon this utterly non adventurous 4-hour bus ride, I had meticuluosly planned out every minute of my existence in the bus to the atomic detail. Being a PhD student, I lack the so called proverbial "life". I am always catching up on the subjects, finishing assignments, dodging deadlines, wishing I could learn how to play to guitar (maybe next semester, no, no, definitely the next semester), finding an excuse of not doing it the last semester, trying to rationalize where does all the time go and so on. And then on this bus journey I made a realization, I plan, but don't execute. I try to chew more than I can bite.
And this important self analysis was worth penning or rather 'keyboarding' down.
But what I wonder is, how often we all realize what we need to do, what we lack, what we aren't good at, how well we should have been prepared for that day, how organized we should be etc etc, but never seem to answer the how, what and why. In fact realizations are like mosquito bites, it pinches for microsecond, itches for a while and then all of us forget that we fed an insect a while ago. I hope someday I get the resolve to act on the bite, before its turns into a malarial condition.......