Very often, we have this inner instinct feeling that something is going to happen soon, that may turn our lives by 360 degrees. What that is going to be, what impact would it have on our lives in the larger scheme of things, how would we deal with it, often falls in the domain of uncertainty and a vague sensation warning us of the immense potential of the moment haunts us all the time. Nobokov coined the term Upsilamba as a metaphor for freedom and creative expression, but can it stand the burden of uncertainty? Can i designate it with something that I can not decipher but something that scares the hell out of me? It is certainly a testing time for myself. It is that transitional phase where the way I conduct myself would define my future course of actions. a moment, that may make me or destroy me. Is it right to shift the burden of responsibility onto the moment? would it not be worth an attempt to try and take care of the time on my own,in my own hands?
May be I have not understood life until now! May be I have never given it a full chance? May be I have not lived it the way I should have been doing it? Let me give myself a chance. Let me for once decide that I am not going to be at the mercy of others for my own happiness. let me decide and prioritize what makes me happy.
