This post comes at a time when I'm going through one of the two 'biggest and most important events' in one's life (as described by an acquaintance). I've left my nest (what some people would call cutting the umbilical cord; I, however, find no sense in the whole 'umbilical cord' concept but more of that later).
Well, so, through all the turmoil that the 'sensitive kinds' go through at such a time and identify with, I think I'm starting to chalk out a picture of the kind of life I would want for myself and what I would want to do. Because that's what it boils down to - what you want out of life and what life you want to live.
Time to read the newspaper while I sit sipping my tea in the morning definitely figures in my scheme of things. Loved ones around, of course. It's the smallest things in life that bring happiness and that's what one needs - happiness. Money, too. I want to be able to smell the roses as I go by them and bask in the golden warmth of a lovely dusk...idealistic, I know. Atleast it's something to reach out for and work towards...
