Facing identity crises is one of the ongoing battles of all our lives. Our sense of identity is supposed to be (and I think it is to some extant) something that makes us humans. A large part of our life is spent trying to define who we are. All of us Batman fans will never forget the line "It's not who we are underneath, but what we do that defines us." In a sense it is funny how we struggle and work in cubicles and take to streets just to define who we are. How would life have been if there was no sense of identity ?
Moving on that from very interesting question I want to talk about (a bit selfishly I admit :D ) about an identity crisis that is quite different from others. I have my fair share of the the age related ones but this one is quite different. I can only start talking about it by not talking about it :D
These are some of the photos I took last time I went home. Walking into the sunset in the last photo are my parents <3.
This is where I grew up. I remember going on endless walks through the trees and rocks. There was no dearth of places to explore. The sense of exhilaration on climbing up a new rock and resting on its top knowing that this is one place where you're alone with the world. Its your own in a way. I remember walking in the first rain and the hot, dry summer sun. The long nights spent on top of rocks talking with my parents and staring at the numerous stars in the crystal clear night sky, warm rock sheltering you from the cool night air :) The fiery sunsets with mountains standing tall.
For years now I've been living in towns and cities. I enjoy a lot that they have to offer. The facilities, the feeling of life, high speed internet :D and so on. I've gotten used to them too, in a way. But recently I've gone home only a very few times and I miss these :)
The sense of space and freedom that the rural landscape offers is I think quite alien to city souls. You don't exist except in your own awareness. There is earth and plants and trees around you and nothing else. This goes on and on. You're like a photon that became a wave when it was not observed. You've lost your identity for a moment. You're a small part of immense nature that surround you know.
When you are out there for a while, all the noises quite down. You're able to hear yourself think and unnecessary things start disappearing.
At night you hear the crickets and cacophony of frogs and a few occasional barks punctuate the silence. Otherwise the silence and darkness are unbroken till the dawn. But at dawn you wake up to the chippings of birds and sunlight on your face :) During different seasons there are mangoes, gooseberries or seethaphals or jamun to pick :)
I don't know how I'll live without any of that. Nor do I know if I'll live with any of that.
Moving on that from very interesting question I want to talk about (a bit selfishly I admit :D ) about an identity crisis that is quite different from others. I have my fair share of the the age related ones but this one is quite different. I can only start talking about it by not talking about it :D
These are some of the photos I took last time I went home. Walking into the sunset in the last photo are my parents <3.
This is where I grew up. I remember going on endless walks through the trees and rocks. There was no dearth of places to explore. The sense of exhilaration on climbing up a new rock and resting on its top knowing that this is one place where you're alone with the world. Its your own in a way. I remember walking in the first rain and the hot, dry summer sun. The long nights spent on top of rocks talking with my parents and staring at the numerous stars in the crystal clear night sky, warm rock sheltering you from the cool night air :) The fiery sunsets with mountains standing tall.
For years now I've been living in towns and cities. I enjoy a lot that they have to offer. The facilities, the feeling of life, high speed internet :D and so on. I've gotten used to them too, in a way. But recently I've gone home only a very few times and I miss these :)
The sense of space and freedom that the rural landscape offers is I think quite alien to city souls. You don't exist except in your own awareness. There is earth and plants and trees around you and nothing else. This goes on and on. You're like a photon that became a wave when it was not observed. You've lost your identity for a moment. You're a small part of immense nature that surround you know.
When you are out there for a while, all the noises quite down. You're able to hear yourself think and unnecessary things start disappearing.
At night you hear the crickets and cacophony of frogs and a few occasional barks punctuate the silence. Otherwise the silence and darkness are unbroken till the dawn. But at dawn you wake up to the chippings of birds and sunlight on your face :) During different seasons there are mangoes, gooseberries or seethaphals or jamun to pick :)
I don't know how I'll live without any of that. Nor do I know if I'll live with any of that.
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