The story begins again...

Only constant in life being change. Hello change, lets have fun!

It's been two months since my soul departed. Somehow the transition from Simba and me to Me has been painful and i feel a part of me has departed with him, which will never be recovered. But then, life goes on and no one can stop the flow of life. I have been trying to write but so far no words seem to come, no topic seems interesting and once again after retiring from my work, i find myself back in the same work which i had left. 'Passionless', that awkward moment when you know your passion which used to be your work is now just means to pull yourself up and move forward. 

We all have choices, which we all chance upon to be the Change. 

I have been trying to understand this mystery. Some where the answer is there for me to decipher. I have tried to move away from my work twice, both times twist of fate or call is tyst with destiny , i have come back. Some how i feel there is some learning or some unfinished business which i need to close before i make a choice to take another road.  

Change my perspective of what i called retirement and voila it's a new beginning. Which makes me wonder, no more memories or glimpses of my work and learnings but now this will be every day learnings which i will write. Maybe thats the reason, i have no topic or words which can flow freely for me to write? It's a thought, which crosses my mind and simply as it breezes through my mind, i suddenly remember that some time ago, i was a passive participant at brain storming ideas but with my sabbatical and my blog writing skills getting developed, i am using this new talent of mine at work too.

Yippee, somehow learnings of moving away is helping me in my third innings. Wow! at times i forget that being human, is to keep moving from one thing to another and keep coming back to basics. What dawned upon me in past two months has changed my outlook towards my own path. I was moving away from the hustle - bustle of madness and stress. Something which gave me wings, made me feel alive, in creating a story which many could experience was not fascinating me any one. Somehow i was bored and wanted a change. But what i did not anticipate was in my hour of sorrow, i was not interested in anything other than to be back in my workaholic lifestyle. Suddenly i realised this is my comfort zone. No matter what, this is where I am home. Or maybe i get so numb with my work that heart does not know when to weep. As i said this shroud someday will be revealed to me. Till then i continue on my this journey.

To find my purpose these days i am doing death meditation in morning. Surely this change has made me realise, that the journey within, is not complete for me to understand my purpose. The boundaries of my own perception have come crashing down and today once again i stand on the threshold of new beginnings with my heart asking me to tell the untold story of life.

The flutter which happens at times in life only tells me that " You cannot stop the waves, but you can learn to surf"

The story begins again....