Have been going through this journey we call life knocking on most of the doors on the corridor.
Dismissing others and most times walking through the wrong ones.
The one constant has been the continuous forward movement.
Although slow at times it has taken breakneck speeds at others.
Learning as a newborn has sometimes taken the back seat to destroying the organ which harnesses creativity.
Complaints could be made doing no justice to the quality of having had an abundance of days with sky’s as blue as the most perfect Aryan child’s eyes.
Now days I stay busy building my own doors, following a friends advice.
Taking me on a train ride, where stops at every station are filled with new discoveries.
The more I travel, now doors seem to open. Not looking back I continue to build. But I do glance back.
Looking for the creative part of every station consumes the light.
Leading into that beautiful darkness which ushers the light again.
While I continue to build and create.