Consumed by wanderlust

.................and this is what prompted me to convey my thoughts..


There is a sea, infinite and everlasting in it’s true form and there is a road, endless and stretched beyond the constraints of time leading to nowhere which passes through this infinity and divides it in two constituent. At one side lies the very element that a man deemed worthy of leading a comfortable and secure life is subjected to and which he believes to be the fundamental laws of nature to which he must oblige: family, respect, success, responsibilities, friends, love, luxury and comfort. Though it isn’t vicious in nature but it’s imperative. It restricts a man from looking beyond the perspectives of his own understanding of this composite world and holds him against the greater indulgent into himself. It directs and controls his every move and evaluates his every action.

The other side of this sea is owned by those elements which a man ever longs to achieve: a lust to get lost into this forgotten wilderness and somewhere into that wilderness an eternal craving to discover himself and his true purpose. The spirit of adventure, freedom of soul, unshackled constructs of mind, discovering the unknown are the elements which sum together to build a perpetuity that  exists beyond every concept of good and bad, right doings and wrong doings. It is enlightened and liberated in it’s nature rather than being authoritative but is it the factual approach one is making or is it just casting him away from the ground reality is a question that is a doubtful entity in itself surrounded by uncertainty. It scares a man, grips him with extreme fear of what may follow once he descends into this liberated part. He fears the great forces which he may unleash and might go beyond his control if he fails to manipulate the shear intensity and dominance.

Fear is known to man from the beginning of time. Every biological unit born in this universe struggles against his personal fears and it is a constant endeavour a man undertakes to overcome it. But as soon as he frees himself of one he is clutched by another. It is just an odd circle that will last throughout his lifetime. Fear like water does not exist in one state. It could take many forms and it could be anything that you want. It could either be a digresser or it could be a motivator. It could either lead you towards an impending doom or either it could unlock new trails. Both these worlds is filled with their own unknown fears. And in between the fears and anonymity of these imperative and uncertain halves of infinity, a man rides his motorcycle on the road which does not stray or turn. It is just a long narrow highway which keeps a man suspended between these two worlds. It keeps him balanced ideally and it will continue to do so. But no matter how discreetly that road serves its purpose it is like a thin string held between two loose ends which lie beyond the origin but still remains connected and ever if a man tries to wander off from his road he will end up in unfathomable depth of insanity and profundity of thoughtless void no matter what side he falls.

And motorcycle is what keeps him well- balanced between these worlds. It is his instrument of liberation. An excuse to shed the unnecessary burden he is carrying. It’s an escape route which he takes to flee away from the common hardships of the human existence to gather his wits and guts and continue his journey ahead.