My World

My world is sometimes pretty and sometimes ugly and sad. It is of no consequence what color it takes at times. I matters very little if what I imagine and what actually happens seem to be parts of a disjointed picture. I believe the reason will become clear as my life unfolds.

It is very easy and obviously that is what people do, to associate the external events that happen to them with some kind of action on their part. Call it an intrinsic apprehension of karma or anything else that labels it neatly if not all the time correctly but we do feel somehow responsible for our world.

A few years spent on this planet is not enough to learn what is to be learned about one's self much less of the world that one is living in. The world outside is sparkling and full of new things; it is beautiful and enticing while dangerous and full of risks at times. What one learns is how to put one foot after the other, not really sure that the path taken will repeat or that the direction taken can be retraced.