Who was I?
What have I turned into?
Was I better then, or am I better now
Was I somebody good-enough earlier?
Or was I a no-body like I am today
If I was anything worth it, what was that?
And if I am anything today what am I, who am I?
But then what about that in between period
When I was changing
Changing from something to something else,
Or maybe one kind of nothing to a another nothing
We need to think about that period
After all that was happening in my life
That also was my time
Is it possible that,
That time might have been better?
When I was going through changes
Change word itself is so dynamic
So beautiful, so meaningful
Philosophically it seems that
If things don’t change
Soon they get non-existent
If a snake doesn’t shed its skin, it has to die
If I am facing hardships, anxieties, worries
They become part of my life
If I don’t value them
Then I am no one
I am just a statue
Going through ups and downs of life is life
Just deciding that now I have arrived, is like un-life
Life is only eternal action
We must keep moving to the next destination
Some destination, any destination
And a destination is to be used only to rest a while
Next day I must hit the path again…
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