Footsteps..

There suddenly come some points in our life which are just blind spots. Devoid of emotion, color and expression. We just get there. Somehow. Its a vague journey. It might actually be a while before we even got to realise that we were into it. And the initial time period when realisation kicks in is hard. Hard in the true sense of the word. Its true isn't it.. people always want the easier way out. Arrowheads and markers on the way and microwave popcorn. Though obviously there isn't anything wrong with it, it somehow is just too well i cant really get the right word, but its just all too easy. If it was a road like that with all travellers just following the arrows, probably my life would seem much more easier or rather a bit less tangled. Or maybe it would be one amazing adventure if there were just no arrows and milestones. Just figuring my way out in the wilderness. But my road is neither of them. Every inch of the road has a marker with an instruction. Every crossroad points a million directions. You may think that on such a road, I could be blind and even then reach my destination. I guess thats where both you and I are mistaken. Though i can't find a patch without a guiding arrow, its just a bit different from having none at all. Its weird. Maybe I just can't make any sense of it. Rather I don't want to make any sense out of it. We can't be told what to do every second. All of us need our fair share of space. No, I'm not all alone. There are many people along with me. Too many. And probably thats what makes it even more complicated. If you've been on a really long drive with all of your family and took a small detour and lost your way, and witnessed their simultaneous reactions, you'd kind of get the picture. Imagine thousands of voices screaming. We can't just remain a silent spectator. If we're to move ahead, we need to make ourself heard over the din. Roar. Its feels hopeless sometimes. Being unable to figure out instructions, sometimes managing to get half correct, the struggle to be heard and pave way to move ahead. Its seems very hard. And oh yes it is! Without a doubt. I can't really describe the experience. Its more of like trying to become a somebody from a nobody. A himalayan task! But I can tell you one thing. The moment we get past the helplessness and 'stuck in a maze with no way out' emotion, it feels better. Just by a minute degree or so. But still better than nothing at all. I can't really say that there's never sunshine. Being human, we all try to fit in wherever we are. Perhaps not completely, but well, as much as we can. So there is a bit of sunshine like i'd pointed above. Just sudden bursts of wind when the clouds clear and the world seems like paradise. But wind blows and moves on just like water and most things in life. So the gloom sets in ultimately. But when we spend so much time in a colourless place, we just tend to get used to it. And it just becomes a monotonous routine. Mundane and mechanical. But I'll tell you whats the best part of almost every journey? No matter how many ups and downs it has, or treacherous detours it has, it ends. Someday, sometime it will have to just end. But till we can't see the end, the only thing that we should never lose is hope. Never. At the moment I'm half way through my journey. I can't yet see the end. Its a long way ahead. But the haze is finally starting to clear. As for the million markers, i just learnt two things to do with them. Either be indifferent, or follow them. I often choose the former. Now you might be wondering why i chose that path. Well, that is one answer I just don't know. I just got there. Somehow. And since I'm here, I might as well make the most of my time. Maybe the end is waiting somewhere ahead. And that actually is a very cheerful thought. Enough incentive to work hard to move ahead today. 'Cause isn't it true.. 'A journey of a thousand miles begins with a footstep'. And its all the footsteps together which finally take us to our destination.