A life full of foolishness for a second of fulfillment. Any day baby!

You age. Priorities change.The past seems foolish and the present a big challenge.One question persists. What am I doing next? People call this by different names. Some say its life.

I still wonder what made me do certain things that I did a few years back. Then I thought they would change my life. But it didn't. Foolish I was, now I think. Foolish it was to do what landed me on a deserted highway at 3 in the morning with some stray dogs for company. Foolish it will be. But foolish it dint appear then. Thanks to the guy who owned the tea-shop, the dogs had to give up. That was just one of them. Looking back I see a past full of foolishness. I lived through them to write this post which might appear foolish the moment I am done with it. Thats life to some.

If you think about me (if you ever!) and feel that I am foolish, then thats because you are living in my past. I am no fool as I write this. To me this will change my life somehow. I wont know how because by then this would be past (and hence foolish). Agree or not friends, I tell you this is life to some.

Then what do I do to see my life changing as I do it? Do something that influences your life right as you do it. Live for the moment. Not past.Not future. Because for some your actions wont make sense then. To them life is all about 'now'. These men live just a 'fraction of a second of meaningful life' their whole lifetime.

Thats life to some. To some looking back everything falls in place. All the dots connect. Every action that didnt make sense then starts to make sense. Being stranded on the highway at 3 that morning appears to determine what I am today. To them you live your life every moment of your life time. The joy appears to be cumulative. To some that is life.

Now why am I trying to make sense out of all this crap? It hurts when you are punched and when it hurts you think if everything leading to that punch was avoidable or not. Someone I know fairly well made a comment on what I did to my life and how he had lived it for the moment and enjoyed it to the core. Although I wanted to speak for myself then I could not gather enough courage to kill his joy. Probably I wasnt sure if the punch was avoidable then. Looking back I am happy I took it and dint give up.