Pace and peace as close as the two words appear when written next to each
other, are often conflicting when brought together in real life. In the
past one year, I seem to have opted the way led by pace. Not that peace
has been missing in action. It's been a year in Bangalore and a year at
Seventh Incorporated. There's more to verbalize the experience at
Seventh and I'd be able to do justice to the experience and the year
gone by only if I devote an entire post for this.
Three months into the new year and I have not updated my blog. This blog has been the space where I share my inner world with the world out there. Ignoring the blog has been equivalent to ignoring myself. Yes! I have ignored myself by relentlessly engaging in multiple activities- mentally and physically. This is what I thought while watering the garden at office:
"Moments interrupted with thoughts pouring out of the untamed mind and all I'd wish for is the mind confesses what the confusion is all about. I think. I recall. I revisit. I question. I fear. I fall. And I try to resurrect. Regaining consciousness, awareness about all that has moved, changed, eroded, exploded and exploited in the last few years strikes hard. Connecting the past to the present to the future appears surreal. Coming to terms with the state of "not knowing" further assures the existence of unbelievable imperfections. Questioning the disheveled belief system and the non-existing priorities, I wonder if it's absolutely essentially to hear your own voice. With opinions lingering in mid-air and thought process affected by multiple voices within myself and outside of me, I stand in the middle of nowhere, wondering if there is a direction to choose from and a voice to heed. A pause, a muted silence, a deep breath is the response to all that the mind questions. Peace. "
Three months into the new year and I have not updated my blog. This blog has been the space where I share my inner world with the world out there. Ignoring the blog has been equivalent to ignoring myself. Yes! I have ignored myself by relentlessly engaging in multiple activities- mentally and physically. This is what I thought while watering the garden at office:
"Moments interrupted with thoughts pouring out of the untamed mind and all I'd wish for is the mind confesses what the confusion is all about. I think. I recall. I revisit. I question. I fear. I fall. And I try to resurrect. Regaining consciousness, awareness about all that has moved, changed, eroded, exploded and exploited in the last few years strikes hard. Connecting the past to the present to the future appears surreal. Coming to terms with the state of "not knowing" further assures the existence of unbelievable imperfections. Questioning the disheveled belief system and the non-existing priorities, I wonder if it's absolutely essentially to hear your own voice. With opinions lingering in mid-air and thought process affected by multiple voices within myself and outside of me, I stand in the middle of nowhere, wondering if there is a direction to choose from and a voice to heed. A pause, a muted silence, a deep breath is the response to all that the mind questions. Peace. "