Creative Musings

Not by choice, but by law of nature, I am at the threshold of my life's heavier, greyer, reflective half - the mid-life! ( Note:   I am relying purely on statistics and averages here, no tarot reading or palmistry is involved!) So, I am wondering if, behind that grey lock that refuses to mingle with its black neighbors or that obstinate belly fat that no  yogasana  is able to dislodge, there is also a crisis  lurking to engulf my mid-life? Is there a reason behind the madness-   those flashes of despair  interjected by sparks of  giddy hope, boredom replaced by bubbly enthusiasm, self-loathing shooed away by self-adulation? Is my propensity to swing from a deep meditative state to bollywood twist, and from Shantaram to Fifty Shades of Grey in the blink of an eye, a product  of my budding mid-life crisis? ( the hormonal changes have taken way too much beating anyway) Conversely, should I also credit my mid-life with a 'growing up' experience, a kind of '

Hazel Grace, in 'The Fault in our Stars,' " But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.” The book, 'The Fault in our Stars' by John Green can easily be brushed aside as another tragic love story of two teenagers. But read it the way it is meant to be read -with your heart, between the lines and you will be enamored by the world the author has created for Hazel and Augustus, the star crossed lovers.     The book is tragic, it's poignant, it is heart breaking but even in the face of the inevitability of separation and death, it is not without hope and joy. And that is what sets the book apart. For me, the book celebrates love and life within the finite boundaries of life and the infinite possibilities of timelessness. It is about the understanding that no forever, however long, lasts forever and that no now