Sometimes it so happens in this big fat world of ours that the link between the real and the surreal is broken. Fact is stranger than fiction they say, and i accede. I happened to trespass on some old charming memories. What brought it out is something that I better not discuss but what it brought out is worth sharing. I felt a strange disconnect between my thoughts and my aspirations. I was hopeful of a bull market in my life, a trending long term resistance free gallop to the pole, it was more of a choppy ride siding with the bearish sentiment. My irrational exuberance found no takers and I had to leave my decisions at bay.
I realized looking back that bullish/bearish phase is just a passing phenomena. What stays on is you and your meandering thoughts alone. I found out the harder way that its not the destination but the journey that is more fulfilling. Destination is just a stoppage in between journeys, coz you always have the next destination in mind, up and ready. I babble aloud in abstract lineage yet find myself strangely converging to a set target. I hop skip and jump my way across the carcass of filth and envision a valley with muddish tinge, the smell of freshly watered grass, the mileu of a sunlit faceless sky, the aroma of a daffodil garden.