Sunday 16 January 2011

Looking back over my shoulder


I don't know if I took the right train but the stations along the way to the final destination seem stranger and the viewpoints more and more peculiar.Looking back over my shoulder and after a careful analysis of all these years of apprenticeship I find it strange to be standing in a no man's land. Shouldn't I be somewhere more familiar, I mean a place which resembles my comfort zone?

Maybe a few questions might help in finding a proper answer:
  • How much have I evolved as a person?
  • Am I better than ten years ago or simply different? 
  • How many values have I added to my portfolio?
  • How many lives did I help to change?                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          
Have I moved further from my inner self than what I believed?

Well, I may not have definite answers to the above but I do remember:
...waiting for mum under the mango tree in the school yard
...the sound of our old VW when going to the seaside
...the thrill of the first day at college
...laughing with my friends
...becoming an uncle
...my first kiss

Come to think about it, I am probably much closer to my inner self than what I believed.

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