Warning

To me, with my six monthly internal audit around comfort zones, Aish's poem below (filched from her blog) sounds like a warning. What I like about it is the dispassionate look at the process, without harsh judgment or sympathy.

Life in motion, at a standstill

Thrashing in a whirlpool
The outside looks green from within
but convinced it looks greener than it really is
You refuse to swim to the shore
there is great comfort in standing back and complaining
No one can say you did not forsee the problems that come up.
All thought, and no action.
Self destruction.

Painful? Yes. Necessary? Yes

One may not have control over the heart, but one does have control over the relationship. Or at least that's what I think, hope. Whatever.

"Pyar use do jo tumhe apna dil de; par guroor usi ko do jo tumhare pyar mein fanaa ho jaaye"

- Fanaa

Life slips by...

(Contribution from L - one of those perfectly worded gems that spring a suprise)

And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.

-- Ezra Pound