Often times in life, one encounters false-starts.
Just when one thinks something has begun, one realises that he has jumped the gun.
That the Head-start was only in his own delusion-afflicted head subjected to Illusion.
Not that all good starts are false-starts.
Nor is it the case that most head-starts are false or imagined.
The fact of the matter, if you really do ponder - is that we fail to imagine head-starts and false-starts almost equally well.
Well, false-starts end up making us look stupid. Or nervous.
But then, that hardly is enough reason to stop thinking about possible head-starts.
For Life, my dear (diary) Samiksha, is sometimes (in fact quite often!) a race.
Possible futures, possible head-starts.
I promise, I shall never give up to be fondly, in fact almost apologetically romantically fantasize about them.
If I were to be shaken into being practical ; be forced to avoid false-starts, I would still say that we need to make a start.
Make a start somewhere.
Aim for that head-start.
If it is worth it, pledge his heart.
Till Death does the Pursuit and him apart.
For until one makes a beginning,
Life shall have no real meaning.
- Seizonsha
P.S: - A part of this was a result of a half-thought crystallised during the 10km run this Sunday on Sankranthi.
The other half - the idea of the "False-Start" was spawned by the not too recent false-start that yours truly was reminded of just as he was beginning to forget it.
He shall promptly and fondly go back to remembering the possible futures now.
After all, the Sthiramathi is supposed to weigh memorably imaginable futures and forgettable pasts alike.
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