Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Sometimes, we don't have to let things go, but let things be.

 Unknown time, Unknown Place

It was hard to find a moment of peace in a place where I went to be drowned in the noise of pubs, clubs and the sound of evenings waiting for the night life to begin. And those sound of waves were not making things any easier. Bringing back the memories, sometimes I wish I never had. Of a perfect morning of sitting silently on the rocks by the sea side and watching the sun rise from its own past. Watching the water turning gold and the boats riding far into the sea. Now, perhaps reminding me of my own mistakes. May be that is all life is. Where we end up despite all the mistakes we ever did. And True Grit is hoping to get a second chance at redemption. But, also accepting that it may never come. That some of those boats will not come back. 

All the bravest people I have ever known are the ones who lost in love. But, I knew the risk, when I went to that bright unknown. And, when we decide to walk towards the sun, we have no right to complain about the heat. And True Grit is accepting that too. Because, the risk was your pleasure. And her smile was your orgasm.

My friend urged me to talk to the lady sitting beside me. And I did. Perhaps, we both being a little drunk helped. Sometimes, life's greatest wisdom comes from strangers and sometimes most intelligent conversation happens when we are not in control of our senses. We talked all night about all the memories that we will never share. I don't remember what I said. But, life hears everything that we never say. I do remember her words though. 'Remember this. With a woman, especially with her heart, it is a good idea to be very very patient." And I told to myself what I had read somewhere. "Patience is not the ability to wait. But how we behave while waiting".

True Grit is accepting this and knowing that sometimes, you can talk to everyone in the world, but the one person you truly want to. True Grit is also the determination to not let things go, and also understanding that sometimes, you have to let things be and trust the life to sort itself out at its own pace. And True Grit is also knowing when to walk away. And sometimes True Grit is defiance and accepting that answers to all the question is the same. We will not give up today.

Till then, I will hold on to my chaos which is also my calmness. For now, I will bend down and tie my shoe laces and get on the dance floor. And dance we will. Even if the music is silent. Especially if the music is silent. Because the night is still young. And there is so much floor to cover. And we have just started. Because True Grit is trusting the unknown. And accepting that sometimes, our greatest of journeys begin when we have already reached the end of the road.

 - Hausle Buland

1 comment:

  1. And, sometimes, true grit is getting up, brushing the sand off your knees and learning to walk again, despite how much it may hurt. Very well written, Kunal.Some lines catch your breath. Keep writing:-)