Life is uncertain. Very. I learnt it when my father passed on to another world. He was asleep. There was no sign of pain, no movement. He left in peace; without a word.
My father always asked me to love the life I have been given. Love life the way it was. While I believed in making life worth loving. When he left, he left me with a lesson. Never waste time grumbling over what you do not have. Sure, never drift into complacency, but do not miss the fun you could have now. Create memories you’d want to relive.
A long time ago, someone asked me, “If you were to cry, would tears flow or words?”
Finally, I have found the answer. Words.
Earlier, tears came and propelled me to write. Then words would arrive. That was my secret. That was how I kept my anger and emotions at bay. But all that time, my writings were my personal stuff. I wrote only for myself. There was no audience and I liked it that way.
Now, the tears have stopped. Words flow when I feel low. And instead of chaining my emotions, they free me and take me along. Winged words. I feel better as I write.
And that, is the reason I have started this blog. Dumb or wise, silly or sane, useful or useless, whatever my words might be, they are my creation. I choose to share it with the world.
So when I say goodbye, I will leave the legacy of words.