Last week I had been to a wilderness famous for its beauty, Jog. It is an entirely different world, with its silence as if trying to hush us up with a secret, distinct in its never-ending, closed forests, which makes us, city denizens, fearful of what may lay beyond. The forests close in on you, yet make you feel free of everything you possess in this world, feel like not caring to lose for whatever you held dear earlier and live there forever. They beckoned me and I wanted to stay there, in a hut with no mobiles, no messages, no TV, not even a radio and no contact with the outside world. How beautiful it is to live calmly. And then it happened... I came back to city, the ever-present jungle of sound and opinions.
“ What is the feeling when you're driving away from people, and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? It's the too huge world vaulting us, and it's goodbye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -- Jack Kerouac (American Poet and Novelist) From what I have seen and admired in humans, they are eternal optimists. Goodbyes seem to break us, but we straighten up and walk, holding our head high, blinking away our tears. And as regards the specks of people dispersing, when something moves away, something else comes near. Guess that's how laws of nature move. If a time comes when nothing else comes near, it's when we will become really alone; alone to live and love life without any reason, taking the next step forward.
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