Life in the fleeting time

So it's almost the end of first week of October and it has been close to one month since I came back from home. Usually like many other people I too hate Monday and start counting the days for next weekend as soon as the weekend is over. But last 3 weeks were so hectic that even working on weekends didn't suffice for the office work that was to be done. The new enhancement requests just before deployment, irritating design changes and not to forget the ever so critical production defects ensured that I slogged in office until the wee hours next day only to catch a sleep for few hours and come back the following morning by 10 am.

And suddenly I realized that one month has passed already, just in the same way previous months and the years did. So time really flies by. It is so strange that in real life everyday just appears to be another single day and if we try to compare our today with yesterday, there is not much difference of major significance. But over a period of time, these 'everyday' carry the whole week, months, years and decades with them. They have been doing this since eternity, silently and with such an ease that it goes completely unnoticed until we kind of wake up from sleep and realize, 'Oh it has been one month already!'..

And the copy of 'And the mountains echoed' is still kept untouched. My 2B and 5B pencils are also lying inside drawer waiting to be picked up and used which I had bought 4 months ago to start drawing the portraits, a hobby I stopped pursuing long ago. Promise that I had made to myself about taking photography more seriously is gathering dust just in the same way my guitar with a broken string has been since last 2 years! To add to this, when I gave a casual visit to the ‘posts’ section, I found at least dozen posts in the draft state, some in initial stages, some partially complete and few of them close to finishing line which I never completed and published. All these were/ are my thoughts, my perspective over different things I had felt the need to express and share, but certainly didn’t do justice to them and in another way to myself by keeping them in dormant state.

Where did all this time go? How could I let them slip through my fingers without even realizing? Today I read a post on a blog and could relate to it so much. It was about the fact that how we tend to ignore what we really want to do in our life and how we in a strange manner close our eyes to the very things that really make us happy because we are too much absorbed in our day to day routine and then complain about absence of joy and a lingering feeling about the lack of purpose in life..

I hope to improve in this aspect and attain equilibrium, for sake of my own happiness. And I hope to write more often, read more regularly, and capture the unseen which my heart sees, through the lens of my camera. Suddenly fixing the strings on my guitar seems not just easy but a priority as well and a black and white portrait of a brooding Guru Dutt looks inspiring to pick up my 2B and 5B pencils..