Pause and Moving on
Almost a year and I had not even visited my page. Its like a pause. No movement here. Nothing changes in this limited space. But was it really a pause? When I stop in one point, that does not stop everything. That only showed to me that my movement has changed direction. But life moves all the moment, all along.
I was engrossed learning the nuances of designing interiors and it was fascinating. In fact now I understand there is nothing in this life; which when I take interest and get into is not fascinating. So many possibilities life holds in one moment. And when I put my choice on one, it opens up again numerous possibilities and it is a continuous game. Only I need to have the intention of playing.
I was not writting - pause. I was sketching so many lines and curves to get so many different forms and shapes on paper. Hours and hours moved on. My mind was not thinking of words- pause. In stead it was visualising spaces made beautiful with different forms and colours - moving on from one to another option.
This gives me a question. Is there a final pause anywhere? Is that absolute? May be. Suppose I would not have come back to this page. Probably the final pause for this page. But I would have moved on. Does that mean even when there is a pause to one form of life - moving on is certainty? It seems so.
And this is so assuring. In many instances I have taken a pause as failure, the end of my worth, my self esteem. And all fear springs from this perspective. But this perspective that a pause is actually moving on does not leave any space for failure or fear.
I am happy with this game of life - pause and moving on.
I was engrossed learning the nuances of designing interiors and it was fascinating. In fact now I understand there is nothing in this life; which when I take interest and get into is not fascinating. So many possibilities life holds in one moment. And when I put my choice on one, it opens up again numerous possibilities and it is a continuous game. Only I need to have the intention of playing.
I was not writting - pause. I was sketching so many lines and curves to get so many different forms and shapes on paper. Hours and hours moved on. My mind was not thinking of words- pause. In stead it was visualising spaces made beautiful with different forms and colours - moving on from one to another option.
This gives me a question. Is there a final pause anywhere? Is that absolute? May be. Suppose I would not have come back to this page. Probably the final pause for this page. But I would have moved on. Does that mean even when there is a pause to one form of life - moving on is certainty? It seems so.
And this is so assuring. In many instances I have taken a pause as failure, the end of my worth, my self esteem. And all fear springs from this perspective. But this perspective that a pause is actually moving on does not leave any space for failure or fear.
I am happy with this game of life - pause and moving on.
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