Summer

I feel that dog days are coming, but from  what I see among friends, we are more than ready to take everything head-on.

Salaries, job aspirations and a plethora of entertaining distractions money can buy, all are good medicine for this thing called "adulthood".

Sometimes I yearn for the nonsensical and tumultuous time during university. It was the summer of life, the time when emotions, growth, achievements, falls and friendships undergo a riotous growth. It was like summer because explosively beautiful flowers as well as the ugliest weeds grew, and every deed was done without much thought to consequences because the only consequence was unbridled growth.

Times have changed. The flora has grown on its own and after graduation all of us have become gardeners, snipping and rearranging what we have in our lives. We protect and nurture the shrubs we want into great trees, while killing the weeds of unwanted experiences, relationships, even knowledge. All this is done for the sole purpose of settling down.

Now I am on track to settling down, but the yearning of unbridled growth from those days of yore does sound its siren call every now and then, but fainter and fainter.

 I wish to climb a mountain again.