In the warmth of light from tungsten lamps, where adversity
dwelt by the roadside, there I walked lonely in stretches that would seem to
never end. I would recollect incidences during my walk that happened during the
day and would curse them who brought so much hate for me in their hearts. To be
the loved one of all, to be the one who is famous and everyone else owns a
feeling of warmth for him, this expectation turns into a disaster each time I
build my home on it. Nomads don’t own a home. They have chosen to walk,
endlessly. They take rests however, but they don’t stop permanently as such. I
never wanted to be a nomad. I wanted to settle down at a place, with all the
fancy desirables in this world available at my doorstep. There came tides of
experiences in the steady streams of time and they soaked me completely, making
me aware of the unseen truth and correcting me from the otherwise dreamt
stuffs. Nomads are the one who progresses. Their next destination, call it
their next goal, can only be achieved if they choose to walk. Those who stop
permanently, they land up falling into adversities under the warmth of tungsten
lamps by the roadside.
To keep moving requires huge effort. Efforts to keep
yourself motivated, to keep revising plans for achieving your goals, to keep
yourself focused when all the human forces are against you. The expectation and
desire must not be confused with each other. What is expected by me of all the
people need not come true always, and that should not be conceived as a hurt to
me. Desires are dear to me, and that should drive me. Not the expectation,
because expectation is just a belief. Nomads have desire to progress. They take
rest, and move on because they have desires to fulfill.
Though I never thought I would be a nomad, but eventually I am one now. The system is so designed that only nomads progress and survive. Progress stops when nomads stop.
Though I never thought I would be a nomad, but eventually I am one now. The system is so designed that only nomads progress and survive. Progress stops when nomads stop.
I don’t know how much people would be able to relate to this
post. But at my personal level, this makes sense to me. I look at the bigger
picture, and I find bunch of nomads everywhere. They have aspirations to
fulfill their desires. I find myself in one of the bunch too.