Every Person encounters a Crossroad syndrome during his mid forties when the vision towards the future and past extends symmetrically, when the vastness of emotional , social and spiritual churn make not two but many roads cross each other. This is the time when a person has the lingering traces of adolescent youthfulness along with the coldness of mature responsibilities.
This is the time when the person has the receding rebellion merging into an accepting conformism. This is the time when the memories of the past are as exhilarating or exasperating as the visions of the future.
This is the time when all the fundamentals of life learned strenuously over the years are put to test with an interplay of dilemmas and quandaries. This is the time when one keep asking questions to oneself while everyone looks for the right answers from him.
A time when optimism and pessimism hang in perfect balance just as enthusiasm and aplomb, guts and precautions, opportunities and threats leading to an interlaced matrix of paradoxes.
This is the time when one learns to lean on self as well as others to move forward. Relationships become as important as talent.
A seemingly unending tyranny of of thoughtlessness and thoughtfulness in an vainglorious attempt to cope with the GO of life and spiritual awakening.A mix of denials and determinations, a chaotic disorderly mind scape in which some choose and pretend to hide themselves behind an ignorant bliss,
This is the time of spiritual birth...casting off the transient and revealing the true.. a whole some potential to unveil harmonizing all paradoxes... For it means not choosing one of the two but finding a third direction which is an optimal resultant of the vectors of chaos and order - A middle way
A rebirth.. A re-awakening, a soulful Renaissance , a re decision , Re-modelling of the self with much deeper understanding of life and its meaning, the purpose of existence and mission,
Like an eagle breaks the mold and take a re birth.. this is the time to extend our life by re inventing ourselves..
- Pakhi-
