Hello and welcome to 2015.
Your social media timelines and pretty much everything that you may have read in the past week or so, would have been about the year gone by. Of resolutions, new year wishes, trends, the end of some things and the start of some other. Of the new year wishes, some would have been beautiful, some corny and trite, and some, even cynical. That’s a recent phenomenon, though — the cynical new year wishes.
On the first day of the year, I’d like to avoid any of the above.
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It’s a beautiful road.
It’s neither like those lifeless multi-lane dual carriageways that suffer from a superiority complex, nor like the pot-holed dirt roads shamelessly pretending to be paved roads.
It’s just a beautiful road.
The traffic is sparse, and I can see the road clearly for miles, ahead, tempting me to roll-up the windows and speed up. For some reason however, it doesn’t seem like the right thing to do. Maybe, it’s because, fatefully, Kris Kristofferson is singing This Old Road. It seems like a better idea to cruise. Speed becomes irrelevant when cruising. You could be going slow or fast. What matters is that you aren’t focussed on going slow or fast.
So I am cruising, alone in my car. Perhaps this is a good time for me to reflect on life and times. The weather is a perfect example of a wintry late morning on the plateau. There’s wind in my hair and the view is calming. The road’s lined with trees masquerading as one long canopy and fields of green, brown, and gold whiz past me. This experience is so transparent, nothing reflects. Kris’s song seems to be doing that for me, in a way. Reflection, doesn’t seem to be a good use of “this” time. Some other day, some other experience may show me a mirror. That day, I may reflect.
For now, I am happy cruising.