At The Behest Of Time

At The Behest Of Time

As I rummaged through the pages of my journal, I was brought vis-a-vis to a version of myself that was hitherto unknown (even to me). As ambiguous as that may sound, the only thing that struck my mind was the passage of time. 

In 2010, The main goals of my life were to become a better cricketer and in the process get a girlfriend or two, show the world how flamboyant my personality was (it was a complete opposite of that) and I was living in this illusionary world even when I was talking to myself. 

In 2011, the cricketer dream took a backseat and I was acquainted with the world of books. I read romantic novels, saw films of the same genre and I wanted to fall in love.

2012 changed my life completely. I was encumbered with responsibilities and in the process I wanted to write, write about the year after which I saw the world in a different light. Cricketer dreams went completely obsolete.

Now in 2013, I am contemplating my past years as they bring a smile to my face. 

It is true that over the years I have grown from an imbecile to a less imbecile person but back then I never knew I would be laughing at myself. Some years from now I would be laughing at this as well. 

But that is how time becomes a teacher in our lives. We all learn with each second that we live on this Earth. Time teaches us that life in not a simple train ride taking us from one station to another, it is a roller coaster ride that shows us the vicissitudes of it. 

When we sit back and reminisce, we don't remember that simple train journey but we never forget the roller coaster rides we have been on. 

I did not know the person I was back then, but not knowing is the beauty of it. Now that I read my journal (which I prefer calling my time machine to the past) I have things to remember, laugh at them and even cry.

The reminiscing into the past through my time machine also informed me about the times I have been brought to ground and I got up. Not only that they tell me about the capricious nature of life but also about courage which the more immature version of me had.

Whenever I am at an impasse, I remember the time I had tackled one with efficiency in the past. 

We all have a past, a past we are partly proud of and partly embarrassed. But the past remains ours. People say one should forget the past as it hinders the growth. But sometimes, just look into your past and see how much you have already grown, it will surely bring a smile to your face, like it brought to mine.