Haze of Indecision

The road ahead. Many a times we think we know it will travel on and on, in a straight,predictable, unchanging path that grows brighter and brighter with promise and hope.

For some, that is indeed true. But for a larger number of us, curves both gentle and acute become visible in the daylight and we negotiate them successfully most of the time.

It is in the night that one has to be wary of the undulating weave of the path of our life.
When we are depressed, anguished or emotionally drained, the view of the road ahead is obstructed as much by our pathos-induced short-sightedness as the night obscures a driver's view of the lane he has to negotiate.

Often, the headlights of wisdom see us through. Frequently, the streetlights of friendship light the way through the uncompromising fog of indecision.

I find myself driving along the road of my life through one of these fogs. My visibility is around two months, no further.

My road, I suspect, forks then.Several road branch from there. None are visible,nor any clearer than the one I'm travelling on now...

Yes, many a time I have yearned for a fast car to drive off away to a new place, much like the lyrics of the famous Tracy Chapman-sung song.Away from the prejudices, incomprehension and obligations that I am, by the wanton twist of Fate, unable to fulfill. I fear that when I've reached what apparently is my new destination, my mind would question : Why have I come here?


Indeed, I'm driving along a hazy road in the deepening dusk. I talk to God and hope that my vehicle will not stall or that I would have to drive back where I came because I suddenly discover that I shouldn't have been there in the first place.

Because of...

Happiness.

I want to go there.