“As long as there is the ocean, the waves will continue rolling in
As long as there is life, there will always be loving and living”
Oh yeah, that’s the kind of mantra that gives hope to one and all. However, the perspectives are certainly ways apart for people at different stages of this journey we call life.
For those miles ahead on the path, it’s more about reflection and reminiscences, for these too are an integral part of living. Those who have managed to collect a substantial hoard of eventful experiences will of course have more joy in reflecting and reminiscing. Such individuals are like vintage wine matured patiently but deeply through time, and they are as rich in flavor as they are in intoxication. Their hue is earthy and fulsome, for they have lived a colorful life.
Wish there were many such swashbucklers, for whom life has been an exciting adventure, and who have accepted all that has been on offer with gratitude while expecting nothing more than their just due. They are indeed the blessed, for their lives are full of lively memories, good, bad, it doesn’t matter, they have lived!
Sad to say, they are the rare few. Most others are like new wine in old bottles, the aging process evident only on the outside, superficial and deceptive. The memories they hold are but a basketful, with repetition and the mundane being in the majority, with little to bring a hovering smile to the lips and a joyful leap to the heart.
Yet, I daresay, there is still time, for as long as there is life, there will always be loving and living. The ocean is eternal, and the waves too are never-ending, so take heart all ye who feel like life has been more about killing time than making good use of it.
Now, coming to those still favored with a choice of different paths, heed ye these immortal words of Robert Frost:
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth…
…I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”