I’ve never been walking in the desert long enough to actually know what it feels like to spot an oasis.
Metaphorically though, I’ve had experiences with lots of mirages.
When you get too close to something that doesn’t actually exists and pick up the pieces after. When you’ve made a habit out of evading smokes and mirrors and realizing that things are real only when they get over – least you get too involved, it’s hard to spot the real thing even when it stares you squarely in the eye.
So metaphorically, I am walking through a desert and I see an oasis in the distance.
I have two choices – I trust my eyes and follow the green light.
Chances are it will be a myth and I’ll spend much time recovering from the critical path lapse.
Or I could ignore the temptation to succumb and keep walking.
Sooner or Later – the desert is bound to end – mostly later and so what if I’m completely wasted and out, atleast I survived and made it out.
The thing is ... I’ve never actually been to an oasis…
and if I can only get there I know my soul will get drenched silly.
And for some reason if it doesn’t – whats a few more days/years of knee scraping in the grand scheme of things. Nada.
Rock Paper Scissors. I’ve just got to find out now. Point of no return.
And all I can do in the interim is pray and keep the faith and believe that like someone said: “Muddai Lakh Bura chahe kya hoga … wahi hoga jo manjoorein khuda hoga”
Thank God I have enough.
