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Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Every evening, the sun sets. Another day ends.
It’s so funny, or at least I find it so funny, that sometimes our life is nothing but a series of beginnings and ends. We begin one thing, start with a goal in mind, and then that something ends either after the achievement of the goal or at the point of failure. Some of us stop, take their time, and then move on. They begin another thing. And some of us could never move on. They begin the end.
It’s a matter of our own perspective that what depends on what, and what is the result of some other what. We can make a certain something dependant on a certain other thing. It’s all there when we juggle with words, play with alphabets and keep on expanding our personal dictionary. A dictionary, where we decide about the common or proper fate of nouns. A dictionary where every word has a meaning of our own choice. And also, a grammar where we decide about objects and subjects. Our very own manual of language, which has comprehension rules made by us, begging to be broken, and that too, by us. Our very own world of ideas and thoughts and feelings, and our very own decisions to make or fail their destiny. Our dictionary, our grammar and our language, they all provide us with the means to make decisions. Decisions about whether we want to move on, or stay, and whether we want to begin, or end.
But here’s the hard part. Life doesn’t give a damn about your decisions. If you are to go ahead, fine. But if you have decided otherwise, life is going to give you a cold shrug and leave you behind. You can stay there and watch others, and keep on trying to remember your dictionary, your grammar and your language, or you could begin something else, building all of your comprehension from the scratch. And if you don’t, then the end has begun anyway. Willingly or unwillingly, you always begin after an end. That’s one thing you can’t get control of. That’s one thing you can’t get rid of. What you can do, however, is to accompany the end, or the beginning.
Every morning, the sun rises. Another day starts.