Coming back to life...

They have been my companions all throughout. My conversations with them would last 12-14 hours every day. Weekends and holidays too had lost their meaning. Wasted was the time that I spent without them, eager was I to return back to that world ….or so I felt.

A lot did occur which should have made me read the signs... getting distanced from the closest friend I ever had to losing a parent.  They all left an everlasting mark on me. Hurt it did, but all the pain did was push me more into the only world I had come to know…or I thought I knew.

It took me nine long years to take a pause and look back at life...  life as I had made it to be. Endless hours spent on conference calls, presentations; excel sheets, word documents and visio diagrams. Precious time spent on doing something I had no appreciation or passion for.  I tried to unearth memories of friends and family that would make me not feel so guilty; there were a few, drowning in the ocean of emptiness. It shook me out of an oblivion that I had not realized I was in…

Strings had snapped leaving gaping holes but many had stubbornly stayed put…loosened they might have but nevertheless hung on. I silently sent up a prayer thanking the almighty for their obstinate behavior…

If only I could turn back the clock to the days I now yearn for… if only…

It was time to change things for the good, spend my time enjoying every minute of my existence, doing what I love to do…it was time to secure those loosened strings and bring back life into my life..

It was time to take that first baby step and I did…I quit.

“I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life”

                                                                                --Pink Floyd