It was around 11 pm, a few stars, half-moon, and a light breeze. We were on the terrace of a friend’s place with a beer on everyone’s hand.
We all were on that “stage of alcohol” where what we spoke, didn’t make any sense. A friend called himself ‘Paraatma’, a god basically. Some were teasing others about their embarrassing moments. Just random stuff.
The whole thing didn’t make any sense; the conversations didn’t, the ideas didn’t. And amidst all those noises and laughs, there was this moment, this pause. A moment of genuine happiness maybe because I was, in the truest sense, living in the present.
We were friends from the time when life did not have to make any sense. We basically grew up together, from rolling tires, playing wrestling stickers, marbles, Mario and even asking a dollar and chocolates from tourists. Yes, we asked for a dollar, and in return got a beating from our parents.
When we all were small, life made sense, because we never asked if it has to.
I don’t know what will happen and how it will feel when you reach your 30s or 40s and more. But, right now, when you are 25, some times life just doesn’t make any sense. The hard work, career, love, relationship, and all those stuff, just doesn’t make any sense. You do your thing with full sincerity, you put your heart out there and sometimes it just doesn’t work out. And you ask yourself, “How can it not work?”. No answer.
I don’t know what if any of this makes sense to you. But, perhaps life always doesn’t.
I would love to know about your perspectives, your pause moments.