When you first get off the merry-go-round after being on it for as long as I had been, it takes a fair bit of time to find your footing. At first your head spins and your feet stumble. People mistake you for a drunk because of that stagger- and that dumb smile pasted permanently on your face doesn't help either. You stop too long to smell the roses. You climb too many cliffs recklessly. You sing and dance unexpectedly. Not used to getting anywhere except around the same point, you lose your way often. Not used to having a goal except self service, you wander too much in the by-lanes, searching for a more meaningful goal.
But one day, your feet steady up, your head clears and your heart understands that happiness need not be chased. It will walk with you if you walk strong. It will follow you if you become the leader of your life. It will grow with you as you savor every instance of beauty that life has to offer. And it will stay with you even as you discover, sometimes painfully, the reason why you exist.
But one day, your feet steady up, your head clears and your heart understands that happiness need not be chased. It will walk with you if you walk strong. It will follow you if you become the leader of your life. It will grow with you as you savor every instance of beauty that life has to offer. And it will stay with you even as you discover, sometimes painfully, the reason why you exist.
You stagger and reel metaphorically. I do literally, because of age. But I enjoy being with you and cared by you. God bless that you found your feet. I rejoice in that.
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