Days, there were

There were days, when I lived life chaotic and hurried. Quite contrast with the peaceful bliss

There were days, when I flew with every new bird. Quite contrast with the withdrawn persona

There were days, when I listened on, dusk until dawn. Quite contrast with the deaf ear

There were days, when I managed to stop, wait. Quite contrast with the journey I ride on

There were days, when I dreamt and only talked of. Quite contrast with that I now work on.

Finally..

Phew, It really has been long.

The last time I set out to pen anything apart from work seems like eons ago. Much has happened during this intervening period in this world over, apart from in the life of the guy writing this.

It has been not a sabbatical. It has been a time of just about busy and just about lazy. That describes the activity that is currently happening in life. If it were about three years ago, I would have become insane with such a practise. I am not sure if this qualifies as a change, but I have come to love a life where an activity is either fun or meaningful, but not for the sake of one or others. I have led life in a manner earlier, which I would not have, or should not have. And any such manner is archaic this day.