JUNCTION

I am suddenly at a junction in life where every direction needs a direction.

I, who is known for minutely made right decisions, has come to this point where decision has become a rolling ball, which has let go of friction and now is just rolling infinitely. I could never imagine this.

On one side I have my goals, my dreams, my ambitions that I postponed for two decades; and on the other side I have a huge anchor that is keeping me down but I cared truly for it, though, no affection.

I am already half dead. The little light that is left in me, will soon flicker and vanish with a trail of smoke blown in the wind. I will be fuel in Earth. My size will not even produce a milliliter of it. My purpose?

The sight of my future is what always kept me alive. It has that pursuit of passion that kept flickering under all the burden of twenty years. The passion to explore, to follow, to evolve, to observe and to transform.

BUT I need constant movement. I also need a companion to escort me in my excitements. My exploration needs a navigator, not an anchor.

I don’t think I have ever come across any hardest decision than this.

‘Let Go’…someone said. Should I? This string that ties me to the ‘anchor’ is an umbilical cord to it. Its nourishment. But am I a mother to it? I already mothered a child and she is an adult now – way lighter than my anchor.

My child says, “Let Go!”

SHOULD I?

Should I think for alternative string for this anchor?

“It’s not your job.” My friend says.

SO SHOULD I?

Should I just pick my bag and ‘let go’?

Will my past be detached then?

SHOULD I?