Perception...

Different journeys and different paths are what we all have. All meant to learn some things but never meant to stay ever. For some , this journey is quick, for some slow. And when this ends, some realize the true essence of this journey, the purpose behind it.

I used to see my Papa , and still I do, working so hard in office and at home to support our family. My life was very simple.. school-homework-back to home- sleep. This was MY life. As time went be and responsibilities increased, my perception changed. It keeps changing every time. Really. You meet some people. You loose them midway. The ones who stayed back were destined to. Their lives seen by me, a new perception, my perception. My journey started when I was born. I saw it when saw the sun for the first time, the stars, the moon, felt the breeze. Felt a feeling of security inside me when I held Mamma's hand while crossing the road, enjoyed my outings, the first time I realized how it feels to be attracted to someone.

Its like a book, just the chapters keep on changing. I was never a person who could think about life in little things. But now I am. I see life in small things, small gestures like a smile, a handshake, a hug, a pat on my shoulder, a tear in somebody's' eyes when we meet after so many months. I feel it. Its wonderful.

I am going to start my new journey , a new phase in my life very soon. I would start working in some days. I am happy, my family is happy. But still somewhere I wonder, am I happy with what I am? How often do I feel frustrated? What makes me happy? What makes me sad? At this very moment, the thoughts I have and the way I evaluate my life is a perception. Its a point of view that only I can have, almost certain that no one else will seethe world exactly the same way as I do.