This is a real sms I received from a friend... It set me thinking... When did it all change? And did it change for all? Are there more people out there who really are doing what they wanted to do all along? Is this just mid-life crisis? Have a look...
I am sitting 'n thinking
thinking hard about life. How it changed from a simple college life to the strict professional life.
How the pocket money changed to huge pay cheques. But the happiness became as little as the pay cheque became bigger.
How the local jeans changed to new branded wardrobe but there are less occasions to wear these clothes.
How a single plate of samosas changed to a full pizza but there is less hunger for food and more for something to do.
How the bike always in reserve changed to a car with a full tank- always on and ready to go. Only there are no more places that we want to go.
How the ta by the road side changed to Cafe Coffee Day/ Barrista... but the thirst is never satisfied and the shops are always so far away.
How the limited prepaid card in the mobile changed to post paid limitless package but we have less people that we really want to call up and talk to.
How a general bus ride changed to third class train tickets to First class AC to flights... but there are less vacations for enjoyment and more of those business trips that we do not want to make.
Further, this friend goes on to say...
I want to go back to the time when "getting high " meant "on a swing"
... when " drinking" meant Coke or even Fanta
... when dad was the only hero
... when "love" was a heart felt hug from mom
... when "dad's shoulder" was the highest place on earth
... when "worst enemy" was your sibling who fought with you
... when the things that "hurt" were skinned knees
... when the only things "broken" were your toys
... when "goodbyes" meant "See you tomorrow"
Anyone out there who feels like this?
Anyone out there who wants to change the way they are living but find their "life" pulling them deeper and deeper into the quagmire we have begun to call "life- style"?
Anyone who wants to make a difference?
Anyone who wants to reconnect? with life and love and sibling rivalry and the rest?
Please...
Come forward...
Let us start a movement...
We can... can we not?
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4 comments:
Change is the only constant in our lives...but we need to be able to sift the vital from the important...
Brightspark,
You are right. Life grows and we lose track of the things that should be important for us. This person is going through tough times and realising the hard way of the distinction between the vital and the important.
I don't think I want to go back, even if those days were enjoyable, especially when seen through nostalgic eyes. Perhaps things haven't really changed so much for me, not enough for me to have lost touch with the things-that-were-then. But also, perhaps because... oh, it really is too long. Trouble with you is, you always write something that makes me think long and write even longer! You'll just have to wait for a post (grin)
By the way, this was awfully long for smsing!
Hi! Swati!
My thoughts EXACTLY;) It was a rather long sms. I almost ignored it. Could not bring myself to read the whole thing for two days. Then... This person called. And talked. And believe me- I could qualify for a Psychiatrist's position. I almost averted a disaster. That was when I really went back and read it. Thank god I did not hit the delete button! I have no regrets about my life. I do not want to go back either. I love everything I have - even my pet peeves and cribs.
Sometimes, empathy can be a very taxing feature in our personality.
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