The pressure is real.
Sometimes I wonder, about life, about my purpose here, about this whole cycle of life, death, and how in a matter of few generations I will be completely forgotten.
It’s scary and relieving at the same time.
Not sure where you’re from, but I remember my mother telling me so many stories and philosophies from the ancient Indian texts which talk about Karma, Dharma, the whole concept of rebirth, and of course, Moksha.
From a very young age I kind of grew up questioning a lot of these ideas. Almost challenging them even. I don’t completely realise it now either, I just know that there are so many things I don’t know about. I can’t seem to unravel or even predict the working of the universe.
Maybe there are some things you really can’t decode.
Or is there a way?
When I said pressure is real, I really mean it. It is real, but do I feel it is the question.
I do, a little, but there’s this weird feeling like I’m being watched over, guided almost, into what I really deserve.
One day I’ll delve much deeper into the topics I mentioned above, maybe then it might be clear.
But for now, all I can write is that there’s so many things I need to do - for myself, for my family and for the people I love and care. I’m nowhere even close to where I want to be. But, I will be. Sooner than I know it.
Call it divine interventon or whatever.
I call it a gift.