If by chance, I had a time machine that could take me back in time, I’d dream of treading on that stone-clad, mouldy old mountain path again, where I’d come across a young woman with big dreams in her eyes—a girl with large strides, who loved nature, and as always, would have been looking out for some peace and calm in a disturbingly noisy world that surrounded her. She’d tell me how she wanted to travel the world, climb the highest mountain peaks, establish herself as an artist and to give in to her bohemian whims and fancies!
Twenty years ago, I was that woman!
And then, as life happens, her dreams led her elsewhere. The juncture where reality meets with our dreams is quite an unpredictable one! As the years passed by, new experiences brought new realisations and thoughts; some rude shocks, some blows and some beautiful friendships happened along the way. It was also the time that she started to unravel the layers that made her who she was. As the layers fell, and she came to embrace her true self, she realised how the reactions of those around her began to change. And, somewhere along the way, those enticing goalposts kept shifting, as she moved on. That was the time when disillusionments struck, heartbreaks happened, friendships she banked on, gave way to a bitter reality. One cannot pin down the exact moment, but, that was when this young, sensitive, hopeful self began to metamorphose into a stoic, pragmatic and resilient being.
Of the many uncertainties, one thing was certain—She was on the path to discovering a new meaning and new purpose of living from this vast fabric of life itself.
Now when I look back, my journey to self-discovery, self-love and acceptance was probably in its nascent stage twenty years ago. The path I was on, was not an easy one, and I was constantly plagued with self-doubts, but it was inevitable that I would set out on the path then, that would lead me to be the person I am now.
And, for that, I am thankful—to every rock that made me stumble, to every setback and every heartbreak that made me stop, pause and reflect on the choices that I eventually took to let go, and move on, and to accept life as it comes.
Twenty years ago, I would definitely not have seen myself where I am today but I guess that’s the beauty of life. I cannot see what lies twenty years ahead from where I am today but I can feel a deep sense of gratitude that has made me realise two things:
I have enough.
I am enough.
I received this tag from Shubhra Rastogi @natkhatz.com. It’s my pleasure to pass on this tag to Shilpa Halwe @fictionandi. There are 29 of us on this Blog Hop and it will be spread over 3 days—1st, 2nd and 3rd November 2019. Do follow the #WordsMatter Blog Hop during these days and prepare to be surprised!