First loves’…

… To be a woman’s first love and a man’s last! But love is love and it comes down to plain dumb luck… You could meet the greatest guy, but if the timing is wrong, he will turn out to be only a “what if” in your glorious life! And that’s ok… Because what is meant to be will be!

Choice…. The Road Less Traveled By!

 

The hardest thing about the road not taken is that you never know where it might have led. – Lisa Wingate.

True! The hardest part about making a major decision is that you are always left wondering with a “what if”. It keeps eating at you, and will ultimately make a nice home in your head, popping up at all further decisions not even remotely related to it. They creep up on you and make you doubt yourself every step of the way. “What if you had taken the other way?” “What if you hadn’t said that?” “What if you hadn’t left?”…. Taking the road less traveled by, apart from individualism is also about making the harder choice; something not everyone does.

The problem, simply put, is that we cannot choose everything simultaneously. So we live in danger of becoming paralyzed by indecision, terrified that every choice might be the wrong choice.

A close friend once told me, “Don’t choose what makes you happy short-term. Choose what doesn’t make you long-term sad.” But, what if, as is mostly always the case, that your decision doesn’t affect you solely? What do you do then? Standing at a precipice of a decision, knowing there will forever be a Before and an After… I knew there would be no turning back if I designated this moment as my own Prime Meridian from which everything else would be measured. The choice between hope and reality; jump or stay in the boat; to be or not to be…

People can advise you, guide you, help you along the way… But in the end it all comes right down to you! The most well reasoned decision will not hold a candle to a decision based on desire and longing. There is nothing wrong with wanting something and quite frankly, a person who demands an explanation or throws accusations isn’t someone who understands the want inside of you. Sure, there will be people who laugh and scorn at you, people who tell you that you made a mistake, people who judge you. But, the thing is every decision is as much a decision against something else as much as it is for something else. A girl choosing her career is also choosing against being kept down by the society; a friend choosing to help out their friend is also choosing to give up time they could use for their own work; a person leaving a relationship is also choosing, at times, that maybe going their own ways is better for both. But as I said, it is never easy to decide something which affects someone other than you as well.

It’s not hard to decide what you want your life to be about. What’s hard, she said, is figuring out what you’re willing to give up in order to do the things you really care about.

Sometimes you know you’ve made the right decision, simply because of how hard it is. Yes, leaving was hard, but in the end you have to find within yourself, the courage to move on and trust in the scheme of things. Ultimately, it isn’t the big decisions, but the small ones that make all the difference and encourages us to take the road less traveled by!

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and Iā€”

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference…

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The Curse of the Gypsy Blood….

ā€‹The Men That Don’t Fit In

There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,

    A race that can’t stay still;

So they break the hearts of kith and kin,

    And they roam the world at will.

They range the field and they rove the flood,

    And they climb the mountain’s crest;

Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,

    And they don’t know how to rest.


If they just went straight they might go far;

    They are strong and brave and true;

But they’re always tired of the things that are,

    And they want the strange and new.

They say: “Could I find my proper groove,

    What a deep mark I would make!”

So they chop and change, and each fresh move

    Is only a fresh mistake. 


And each forgets, as he strips and runs

    With a brilliant, fitful pace,

It’s the steady, quiet, plodding ones

    Who win in the lifelong race.

And each forgets that his youth has fled,

    Forgets that his prime is past,

Till he stands one day, with a hope that’s dead,

    In the glare of the truth at last. 


He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;

    He has just done things by half.

Life’s been a jolly good joke on him,

    And now is the time to laugh.

Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;

    He was never meant to win;

He’s a rolling stone, and it’s bred in the bone;

    He’s a man who won’t fit in.

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For some reason this beautiful piece of poetry completely resonates with me. A mere glimpse of the poem might indicate to the reader that it is about men(at the cost of sounding chauvinist,but for the sake of universality); erratic and impulsive; men who spend their lives never completely committing to a single cause. I, however, am not one of those people. So I kept wondering why I did relate to it so surely!

Then it struck me! The key lies in the last two lines. ‘A rolling stone’. Unlike the traditional use of the term to indicate undependibility of a wayfarer gypsy hearted man; in modern usage, it usually means stagnation is the death of progress. So in that context, the “men who don’t fit in” aren’t the unreliable and hasty sort of people. No! They are the people who lead a whole generation into a revolution and usher in, a new era. They are the ones never satisfied with stagnation, but are in constant pursuit of advancement and progression. They don’t rejoice in “the things that are”, but their true solace lies in exploring the mystic and the unknown. 

These are our discoverers, our inventors, our dreamers, our creators, our explorers. These are the people who don’t rest. They sacrifice the traditional way of life at the cost of certain luxuries in pursuit of something bigger and better than themselves. They move from one quest to another, never resting. They are not concerned with glories and fame, they simply want the pure satisfaction of experiencing the new and the untouched. Yes, they have failed many a   times, but in the quest of the unknown there are seldom first successes. It’s the quest that they never give up and having conquered one, they move on to the next. And even when the world laughs and scorns at them, these brave souls do not give up. As they say, you have to be odd to be number 1. 

So, he keeps pushing and pushing till youth escapes him and when he is faced with the truth, he smiles, knowing, like the rolling stone, he wasn’t met to fit in…

…. He was meant to stand out and be extraordinary!