Feels good to be on the writing pad again.
Rather a Blank electronic page on my laptop while I flirt with some words in my head, the keyboard gets the shattering from this restless emotion to lay it all out. Sighhhh (good for laptop business I guess :P)
Was flipping through my workbook : Actually a register pad at work, which is responsible for all my notes and ahem incessant car Sketches at every nook and corner, some times rolled-in with the notes too.
I couldn't help but notice how many pages I just skip leaving partially blank because of some sketches or the random mess that I oft create due to my restlessness.
This has made me reflect on my life in a more philosophical manner. I treat everything as a sign from providence or someone trying to tell me something all the time through subtle hints and sometimes through my own actions.
Whilst browsing through those supposedly blank pages, I realized that many chapters of my life have been very much the same. Promising from many different corners however woefully broken or empty in their content when it comes to Realization of certain dreams / aspirations.
I am pretty sure that someday , someone (maybe not me) will write and fill those pages for me. How and when, that only time can tell.
What will I do till then? Is what I am pondering about...until a certain solution has hit me hard.
Solution : Create more blank pages while the content gets written in some invisible ink by a now-unbeknownst entity which will reveal itself when the time and place is right. :)
Till then, Ciao!
The realization of "The Unwritten Me"
- Vishal Kanjani, 03-Jun-15, 10:24 a.m. GST (Gulf Standard Time)
Rather a Blank electronic page on my laptop while I flirt with some words in my head, the keyboard gets the shattering from this restless emotion to lay it all out. Sighhhh (good for laptop business I guess :P)
Was flipping through my workbook : Actually a register pad at work, which is responsible for all my notes and ahem incessant car Sketches at every nook and corner, some times rolled-in with the notes too.
I couldn't help but notice how many pages I just skip leaving partially blank because of some sketches or the random mess that I oft create due to my restlessness.
This has made me reflect on my life in a more philosophical manner. I treat everything as a sign from providence or someone trying to tell me something all the time through subtle hints and sometimes through my own actions.
Whilst browsing through those supposedly blank pages, I realized that many chapters of my life have been very much the same. Promising from many different corners however woefully broken or empty in their content when it comes to Realization of certain dreams / aspirations.
I am pretty sure that someday , someone (maybe not me) will write and fill those pages for me. How and when, that only time can tell.
What will I do till then? Is what I am pondering about...until a certain solution has hit me hard.
Solution : Create more blank pages while the content gets written in some invisible ink by a now-unbeknownst entity which will reveal itself when the time and place is right. :)
Till then, Ciao!
The realization of "The Unwritten Me"
- Vishal Kanjani, 03-Jun-15, 10:24 a.m. GST (Gulf Standard Time)
