This was supposed to be special, going by the social norms. The rounding off, the cross-over number and other such social attitudes. The build up to it, was packed with excitement and tension. Nothing significant, ever changes in an instant, I kept telling myself. Yet a part of me was expecting a discernible change.
It was not to be. It was quiet and devoid of any frenzy or even action. It came and went like any other. The changes, if at all, were internal and not so obvious. And, they were only the seed of the change, not itself. What is left to be seen till the next one, is if these seeds will be nourished and if they will grow to a beautiful tree in the future.
It even indicated contemplation. I couldn’t, though I tried and attempted, even to force it. Contemplation requires a trigger – and these artificial triggers did not work. The ceremonies associated with these markers, that have now become the identity of these markers seem more and more worthless as each marker passes me by. The association makes these markers stand out; devoid of the association, they are just factual instances of a measure.
But celebrate we must, for there are others who live by these markers. If not for yourself, then for them, you partake in the festival about you that others celebrate. It is not all morose, if it sounds that. There is happiness, only it does not transcend as it usually does.
It fills you deep inside.