At last! 2009 is going to end. I was just waiting for this day. Whether we believe in it or not, sometimes customs and superstitions both make us vulnerable to emotions we otherwise shy away from. I don't think there are many people in this world, despite their religion or personal beliefs, who do not believe that the new year ushers in better things in our lives. Our hopes renew themselves on January 1. Everyone will secretly hope for the lost things to come back, for fresh beginnings and for stale things to end. I am hoping that this year brings back my loved ones whom I have not yet given up for lost. Let me keep my fingers crossed with a bright smile on my face.
'Caught in a strange land in a net with other butterflies, I'm a caterpillar yet undecided to remain a caterpillar and perish or turn into a beautiful butterfly and live a life full of joy.' Readers don't laugh. But I came up with this one night recently when I was travelling in a train. I tossed and turned, not being able to sleep, upset over unexplainable things and frustrated over events not in my control. Then it occurred to me that our life and its usefulness depends on our decisions -- whether to remain a crawling caterpillar whose existence otherwise is either ignored by all and sundry or who is cursed for just being there and thrown out with a stick, or to develop wings of life and metamorphose into a beautiful butterfly whom everybody adores for its beauty and colour, for its flitting liveliness, for its service to the flower's pollination... I thought that I should be a butterfly, of service to others, but then again I thought, anyway, who really cares?
I love the optimism in this post! :-)
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