Homo-sapiens have four basic stages in life each distinct as a chapter
of its own. They are childhood, adolescence, middle age and old age.
Childhood or youth is the best as it is the formative year like the
early morning of a new day where everything is new and full of wonder.
The dew drop that melts, the world lazily unfolding from its slumber,
music and chants wafting in the air, the aroma of coffee and fresh
scores bread in the air. Everything looks new as the rays of the sun
sensuously envelop the verandah. This is the best phase of life as
carefree and free you roam around with friends and playmates not a care
in the world.
Adolescence is
like forenoon where the morning has disappeared and youth hardens into a
day. The world around us now takes form and shape, the sun now shines
brightly and your life is crammed with activity, school / college
sports, friends / partners love and passion. Like the noon day sun
heating your bones to stir activity all around you till exhausted with
dreams of the future you go to sleep.
Middle age as it suggests
is like midday of life, work, career, and family predominantly
manifests itself in your life. The engine is now pursing on the road of
life, hiccups, put stops and accidents do happen. You cross the frontier
between carefree youth into the responsibilities of a man / women. We
look back at the past down as we inhale the smells of the day. We try to
seek out the purpose of our existence, worry about our career, finance
and family. We plan for grand success and happiness. The pressures of
life build up as we navigate the tricky water in the world as we plunge
into gross physical activity of life, indulging in reasual pleasure and
other intoxicants of life tell we approach evening or twilight.
This is the time for contemplation or spiritual practice or relaxes
with a drink and watch the world goes by and your children wake up to
the down of their life. Time hang in the air like some music momentarily
infinite till you drift out of its magic. You look back at your
yesterday’s in nostalgias as today has changed its tempo as you
gradually catch the rays of the setting sun. Growing old in a faster
world where the techno-meter forever hovers on the red line, your memory
of yester years slowly crumbles like yourself.
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