In Life's Own Stride...

There are times when I stop... stop and review my life. Looking back at the path that I treaded, the past... a distant memory enshrined at heart, the Present a blessing, the Future a spirited culmination of the journey. For there were many stops on the way and many were the choices on the way... There is a purpose in the journey, there is joy in living, there is gratitude in Life.

There was this old worn out photograph, a photograph of the childhood days of the past. An old dead photograph can bring back a flood of memories on a cold winter day. ...Gosh those blissful years of innocence. The bygone age of the school books and hard candy, then came adolescence and then came manhood. No matter whatever be the ravages of Time on the Physique, deep down the heart somewhere there is still the memoirs of the past... of the unblemmished age of innocence.

The more that I think about it , the clearer it becomes, Life is real, Life is that which makes efforts, which pushes upwards and outwards and on ... always and always the procreant urge of the World. The more the people that I come across, the more I learn from them, ...for, every day and each passing moment Life teaches us a precious lesson if only we let ourselves be taught.

When we consciously choose our actions and plot our lives, Our struggles and our sufferings, Our ambitions and our defeats, our yearning to be better and stronger than we are ...that vital urge to pursue, makes us grow and transforms this wandering planet into a theatre of unending creation.

Let us have an open mind ...even to our Hopes and Dreams. Consider what Life and mind have done in the mere moment of a millenium and imagine what it could do with the rest ... In Life's Own Stride... let the Spirit never die ...for ... the best is yet to come ...

E-Mail

senthil_ganesh@hotmail.com