I could never resist the temptation of a morning walk on the beach in Goa. I loved to see the beach glow in the light of the morning sun. I also had to negotiate my way, around the dead jellyfish and water snakes washed ashore. Their world did not need them anymore.
The low tides in life, are nothing but the recession of high tides… of the euphoria and cheer that encircles success. What would happen, if I conquer the peak of a snow-capped mountain? The sun would ensure the melting away of snow, leaving me to my devices, to traverse the path downwards.
Do I need to time my movement for survival, or just follow my instincts? The inevitability of the cycle is like the stark certainty of Death. One could only delay, not avoid it.
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