All’s Well, Even Now

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.

All’s well

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9 thoughts on “All’s Well, Even Now

  1. Beautifully written.

    I find a contradiction. “Yet a part of me was expecting a discernible change” seems to suggest that you *were* looking forward tor external social elements to make their mark. And when they didn’t, there’s this morose tone of the post (yes, it is morose).

    “The ceremonies associated with this marker…seem more and more worthless…are just factual instances of a measure”
    Aren’t we measuring the ceremonies and the celebration here? If we were so unconcerned with the marker, would we have contemplated the futility of the ceremonies & the insignificance of the marker?

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    • Thank ye. I do know that the post has a (strong?) flavour of contradiction. It surfaces because of the contradiction I experienced.

      The change I was ‘expecting’ was because of the rounded-off marker – by itself (conditioning). I wasn’t expecting the external social elements to “cause” it.

      Are we measuring the ceremonies? I am not sure. I think we are making the markers memorable by the celebration – that’s easier to relate to and remember than a plain marker. And yes, we do seem to be concerned with the marker. And I am questioning that? (It is perhaps the result of conditioning.) The marker and the ceremony have blurred in definition, to my mind. In between these ‘conventional’ markers there are ‘non-standard’ markers where we celebrate and cherish moments. It would serve us well, I feel, to treat the celebration as a marker rather than celebrating a marker.

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  2. Much ado about nothing? Or not much ado about something? Ado be ado be ado.

    Is that time when you were supposed to pick up the spectacles?

    Happy belated 40-Nothing.

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  3. Happy birthday! Or is it a belated wish?

    There is happiness, only it does not transcend as it usually does. It fills you deep inside. — Is there a better happiness than of this form?

    Everything is fine, but the final line of ‘All is well’ is somehow contradicting. Can’t seem to read if it is complacence or indifference.

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  4. Belated, now. 🙂 I have been intrigued by the “All’s well”, since I first used it a few years ago. Honestly, even I do not know the tone that it carries. A small part of it is now a ritual – ending birthday posts like that. 🙂

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