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Musings of my mind!!!


On a balmy night, as I tredged across the campus, freshly painted with the evening's shower, I let my mind wander. Not wander as we often do, unaware and unconsciously... but more of a permitted wander. One where I encouraged my thoughts to take flight, jump spectrums and pick up rich embellishments from the environs around.
      This is a campus I've now lived on for 14 months. It was , as a matter of fact, love at first sight. The day when I first set eyes on this quaint mini-town with its spatter of stone buildings and and cottages from a bygone era,   ... it seemed like the someone had dialled the sleepy town setting on a time machine. As I moved a year and a half later to live on this campus , my affection only grew stronger.
The walk replenish my parched soul, and I realised how caught up I'd been the last few months that I'd barely taken time for this leisure stroll.
As I pondered , time flew by and here I am, all set to bid adieu to this beautiful place . A poignant nerve stirred within.
Change is almost never welcome it seems, routine it appears is perfect.
For those of us who've made peace with status quo, change is a harbinger of inner turmoil . 'Change is for the good!', they say. Then why is it that we resist it with all our passive might.
The answer to this may lay in this quote I once read, by K. Salmansohn , which talks about how much of the pain in life stems from having fallen in love with a life plan, which doesn't work out. It's not really change that we're apprehensive about but the uncertainty that stands on the other side of the threshold.
Uncertainty is exciting, yes, it's also anxiety provoking. The what ifs and the  buts. Whereas routine has that unspoken comfort, the decadence that comes with knowing what to expect.
Yet, for each of us change is good, change is necessary and above all else change is inevitable. It's the excuse that drags us out of the rut. It's the view from the other side of the fence. A shift of paradigm, a chance to gaze at a different horizon. And as the ever familiar sun cruises across this horizon we'll all find a way. An answer to all the ifs and buts, a new cozy spot, a new warm embrace.
Life goes on.

I came here , inspired by this quote...
        " Much of the pain in life comes with having a life plan that you've fallen in love with , but that doesn't work out. Having to find a new life plan hurts. The trick is to not become attached to any particular live plan and to remember that there is always a better, even happier life plan out there somewhere."
        -- Karen Salmansohn

And as I leave I carry these words along.

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