One of the fall outs of my recent birthday is a renewed consciousness to make my life count. It is as if I am finally feeling not as young as I used to and that the years of innocence are behind me. Much to my startle, the consequences of my priorities seem to have the coldness akin to a teen saying “whatever”! And instead of frightening me, this whole disposition amuses me.
I remember some time ago there was a fellow who was released from jail after a decade or so for a crime he did not commit. In his interview, he expressed his fascination in the ordinary things of today’s life that was not present in his “pre-jail” years. With reference to laptops, he was amazed computers were now so small in size. Then he was thrilled that he could get into the web and interact with folks from his childhood through a certain Facebook! With this new disposition of mine, I am beginning to think that one does not have to be in jail to lose touch with our ever evolving world.
They say there are seasons in life and with age comes responsibility. It’s not so much what one discovers now but what one does with every discovery. Indeed for me, motivational books have long given way to biographies. I know that I still have a penchant for new things. However the tease of the novel is not all there is. I am more consummated with what I call the “compactness of life” now and I just seem to care less with the outcome of whatever else.
It is the damn for whatever else juicy that I miss out on that I find intriguing. Well, maybe because I feel there are only few things that matter in life. I think I have come some way already and the path that I have led is reassuring (talk of the basic principles of life). I am amused at my own confidence.
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