I have been looking at my old emails, and I see the date stamp on them. I visualize how it was during that time. Life was good, it was competitive. There is an old saying that Time that passes is always a good time, it’s when time ceases to move that humans suffer.
I heard this a long time ago and always discarded it as some old forgotten statement made by some deranged mind. However, now I realize what it means. How deep it’s meaning is….come to think of it one might be going through the most difficult times of all and one keeps believing that this will not be forgotten but as life moves on all those rough edges are blunted and rounded and all one can remember are those bitter-sweet(more of sweet and less of bitter) memories.
I remember my first day at work…what enthusiasm and dreams for the future I had, how I struggled to be the best. I was hostile, anxious, afraid, daring and exuberant at the same time. I fought with my loved ones and the one whom I loved the most. And what all that person did for me. How selfless and how noble. I remember how I snubbed this person and how I was suspicious of him. I remember who all stood there to support me….maybe becoz they loved me and maybe becoz they had vested interests (more of the latter than the former). Everybody said it’s an organization of change…..and how I did not heed to winds of change.
And then those series of events struck me like one bombshell after another…my life was destroyed, my world was like a pack of cards in the wind and I thought this is the worst time in my life. Initially I had no idea what to do, but then I realized that there was no other option but to pick up the pieces and move on.
Time has passed and I stand in a better more aloof position than I was during those tumultuous days. I have the battle scars that remind of the many battles that I fought and mostly lost. Things have changed, maybe for the better or for the worse that I guess God (or anybody out there in the unknown) knows. Its time for me to move on again and I turn back and look……it was good time, a dangerous time and a deciding time. It was a time when…like they say in bestselling books ….life was at a cross roads and all paths looked rosy and thorny at the same time.
I chose what I had to choose or maybe I chose what I was forced to choose by destiny. And I look back and think….the time that has passed is always a good time.