Boast of quiteness:
Writings of light assault the darkness,more prodigious than meteors,
The tall unknowable city takes over the countryside.
Sure of my life and my death,
I observe the ambitious and would like to understand them.
Their day is greedy as a lariat in the air.
Their night is a rest from the rage within steel,quick to attack.
My home land is the rhythm of guitar, a few portraits,an old sword,
The willow grove’s visible prayer as evening falls.
Time is living me.
More silent than my shadow, I pass through loftily covetous multitude.
They are indispensable,singular,worthy of tomorrow.
My name is someone and anyone.
I walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he does not expect to arrive.
- Jorge Luis Borge.
Writing this blog is an attempt to understand the “Ambitious” and in the process to undertand me, a fore runner in the race of the ambitious.I, like every man or woman under the sky am aiming at my goal with greed and possesiveness.Nearly 30 years of my precious life I was running towards success – “The finish line of a race” as if the race does not matter at all. Thinking only about the goal, feeling nothing else,totally senseless. Had no time nor to stop and look at the beauty of the mother earth neither value the immense love which is always there around me.All for the ambition-An overmastering desire to be vilified by enemies while living and made ridiculous by friends when dead.
I was not living,just passing through my life aiming at something distant, really far away.I was barely even looking at what I already have with me, forget about enjoying it.The need to be conscious, alert and full of senses…that is to live had arised in me.Here I will write about all those things which are generally discarded as “silly” or “unworth”.Finally I have decided to live my life, feel and enjoy every small thing of it.So far…..Time was living me.
