Damn road to perfection!

It's been a while I took to it. The road to perfection is slippery and dodgy to say the least. It tends to throw me off track by offering beautiful and tempting exits. And of course, the threats. It puts ideas in my mind and words in my mouth. Both encouraging and discouraging. That's why I find myself talking to myself a lot. The road gives you experiences and with experiences you grow up and old. It tells me experiences are precious and that they make me wise. And that we should listen to the "wise". I tell it I'm experienced and wise enough to see the trap. I never tell myself I am a grown up and never let others tell me I'm not. For first is a mistake and second is a mockery. Both impediments to Perfection. First makes you complacent, second makes you irrelevant. For first puts a full stop to your growth, second puts a question mark whereas all I need and want is Space. It's the little mindgames the road and I play with each other. Sometime I take a detour to fool around and sometimes it plays pranks on me and in doing so it sometimes gets serious and I find myself falling flat on ground, all wounded and bruised. That's what it seems to be doing now...But as the challenges and tests keep getting tougher, the resolve sometimes seems to be getting thinner. Can't afford it.

Estate of mind

As freshening as the sight of fresh snow on blue mountains,

As alive as when you feel the cold wind on your face,

As soothing as the forest’s silent clamour on a winter’s day,

As assuring as the sunrays on the high tree tops,

Is the promise of all this as the sum of my life,

And the sum of all this is your presence in my life…

These are the things which fill my mind now,

These will be the things to fill my days then.

N.

Wrong turn

Sitting in a private cabin of the world's largest helicopter service provider...in a 10000 bucks suit...in probably the most beautiful city of the world...half a world across from home...waiting for a meeting with the top managers to discuss the negotiation strategy with the suppliers on the other hemisphere in another continent where I'm to fly in a couple of days...stuff that dreams are made of?...Not mine...where the hell have I reached?!