Knotty at Sixty

At 60, the nature's eraser is working on me faster than ever before. Fading and disintegrating body contours, dimming and dulling senses and a slowing processor; the changes are for real before the complete metamorphosis of the body into ashes n dust.

With near future so ashy and khaki, no wonder we scramble to hold on to past. We cling on to the faiths of distant past.

 We think strapping up to distant past would catapult us far in future. And by stroke of luck, we may even overshoot Time and become immortal (achieve Nirvana). 

The tenacity to defy the nature's laws and the ultimate truth, the death, can stretch us to any length backwards. But the irony is, as we stretch backwards, we become rigid and more rigid. Thereby not only losing any chance of gracefully bracing what future holds for us in store, we become a stumbling block of the past. 😀😀 

So guys, have no strings on you and be worthy of a graceful exit. 🙏