Life, in its eternal wisdom, has a funny way of keeping us guessing. We think we have arrived, and then if not pull, life changes the rug under our very feet even as we struggle to find balance. We can teeter, yell, and complain – to no avail.
But dance, smile, and let life teach you to dance in a way you did not think possible, and all of a sudden, life is your oh-so-perfect dance partner, leading you to the next stage in such a perfect and effortless way!
Every travail is but the confusion that exists till understanding dawns. And so, the days move on…..
Jumping ahead – why does age make us mellow?
Softer speech, greater deliberation, more introspection – all seem to accompany the aging process and progress along with it. Why was this not available to me earlier?
Does life have its own caste system – each decade of aging putting us into a different category where we perform best, and preparing us for our natural move to the next category even as time inexorably moves its wheels?
-Mani