Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Today, if someone pushed me from the fifth floor, I'd be singing happily on the way down. Not sure why I feel so light-hearted, I haven't
- attained moksha
- fallen in love
- published a viable theory of everything
- won a lottery
or any such thing. There's nothing special happening this weekend either. None of the piles of boring but necessary stuff to do has evaporated.
Come to think of it, except for the first item in my list, I should feel some resentment on being pushed, because it would interrupt the many interesting things left to do. But I wouldn't, I'd be waving a cheery farewell.
Strange. I think as I grow older, my power of introspection diminishes, my intentions, motivations are increasingly a mystery to me.
Enjoying it while it lasts :)
Posted by Arun at 7:14 PM