Sunday, 26 May 2019
Crazy. Young. Us
On last Friday, 24th May 2019, I was having a chit-chat
with my office colleagues about various things; notably of which was 'how much
we have changed in recent years!’
The
conversation started when we noticed that the photo on the ID card barely
matches the people wearing it. There is a noticeable difference in face and all
that jazz around it. They instantly declared my id to be somebody
else's. I didn't doubt them. I have changed a lot.
After
this, we began scrolling through each other's Facebook timelines of the early
days of Facebook. A steep stretch of
embarrassment and a mild smile at the corner of the lips, remembering those old
days, could be easily noticed. There were multiple occasions of each person disbelieving it to be themselves
who could put a status or share a poem like that EVER in their life. But it was
us, we knew.
While
I was scrolling through my Facebook wall, I could see dance videos,
relationship advice,
and life lessons. Can you imagine, life lessons coming from a 16-year-old me!
I was astounded.
Or was I? I leave it with you to decide.
Anyways,
I scrolled through almost every single post and was enthralled,
embarrassed but also proud. Proud because I used to come out of my comfort zone
and write all those stuff. I used to put in efforts, form a dance group, set
the choreography by hook
or crook watching other dance videos. Put in hours to make 1 thing
at a time possible. And eventually do it. If I wanted to write a story, I used
to put in hours and hours to write 1 perfect (in my mind) story
and publish it online on my blog and patiently wait for the likes and comments.
Even 1 like and a comment was enough to make
my day.
Or merely the fact of me publishing it online was orgasmic.
In short, my younger version was bold
enough to do what he wants. And if we all look back, we all might be able to
relate to this notion.
After realizing this, I instantly asked this question to
myself, why am I not anymore the way I used to
be? Why am I not that guy who as per one of my friend, involved-into-something-new-
I was
taken aback. I thought about it for some time,
thought about it some more, then some more, but all in vain. It is inconclusive
still at my end why most of us feel they are lazy and just passing through
their life; not living it to the most!
We all might have our own story around it. But in the end,
there is 1 thing in common between all of us. One thing that most of us would
agree to become. And that is to
be the younger version of ourselves again.
For the same, I have taken a step forward by writing this post
and sharing it with you all, just like I used to do once upon a time. Tell me
in comments if you agree on what I have stated and what could be possible
reasons for us becoming, frankly, boring?
P.S: I couldn’t come up with a suitable title for this
post! Sorry! :P
