Evoke The

In the desert so raw and dry
You’ll find your mirage
Don’t give up hope
And don’t let the spirits die
You’re the traveler
So open your eye.



I am yet to understand certain themes of life, at every stage there is this prototype existence that we as human beings are forced to follow. The real question being how reassuring or a suffocating a fact this really is? I reckon the later, the former doesn’t resonate well with me, it just presents a system of consistency that forces us to conform to, but the later is what keeps me enthused.

Like getting a job for example, I can’t believe how taxing a process it is. To begin with this whole concept of a Resume aka piece of rubbish. It doesn’t make any sense, how in the world am I supposed to sum up 22 years of my existence onto a piece of paper, not only is that conceited but an exasperating process. Let alone have my life evaluated in a span of 120 seconds of the interviewing process. Just like a bad date who probes to much, This is unacceptable, Like : What if I was the kind of person who took time to open up, I use to be a dancer once, a slow beginner, I almost always took more time learning the steps than the others, getting the technique right, but my instructors dint badger me they let me enjoy my movement (however inconsistent it might have been). My point being I know there are people out there who know their steps right from their formative years- doctor, lawyer, entrepreneur it comes so easy, their moves are consistent and structural. I feel they have mastered the theme and are no longer non-conformists (which by the way is NOT a bad thing) But its irksome for others like me who are constantly weighed down because we can’t make up our minds as to what our calling really is. We dance to another tune, a more offbeat, underground kind. Like every other free spirit out there I too am different and still experimenting with diverse styles trying to groove to the beat that exists in my head.

I would like to believe that the nomads of yester years have taught us a few lessons, they simply were not aimless travelers (even though the term suggests so), but were on a quest, whether it be finding food and shelter or understanding the truth of life and its existence. And so it will be wrong for me to hang on to my boots and not learn from history what it’s trying to teach me….To follow my bliss and find my Passion. I know it lurks around there somewhere, be it the dusty corners of theaters, dried tips of a feather bark, high tech buildings selling colorful imagery or musical notes that evoke meaning and strength.
There is so much that I want to do , the nomad in me is already racing ahead with all the possibilities that lie but I’m a practical girl and open to the prospect of getting some direction on way. Whether it be in the form of an epiphany or otherwise as long as it means finding what Im looking for.
Jumping on the boat is not what I fear nor is it the giant wave that lies ahead. Im completely aware of the fact , that distant dreams invite possibilities of being caste away. But then again its not everyday that you leave on a treasure hunt…as long as im rich in knowledge and wisdom and happy in finding what I love doing , thats all that matters.My time is now and so I'm setting sail before its to late.
Oceans Ahoy!!