finding myself

The other day someone in a chat asked me, ‘what you miss in life?’ at first instance my reaction was blank and then I whispered, ‘myself’ with an astonished look on my face but with pondering mind.

My mind travelled into wells of memories some still strong which I can narrate word by word, while other faded and I have revive them like finding a lost receipt in my bedside drawer which is jumbled up.

Every morning, in the race of nowhere, we get up, have agenda, things to do, meetings and what not but somewhere in this mad world’s rush we have lost ourselves. I still remember jumping wall of my terrace to adjoining house just to catch the kite or climbing the tree to pluck the delicious berry fruit in our school compound. I am sure today I won’t dare to, or can do it but, for sure won’t let any kid do it for the obvious reason that ‘myself’ is forgone.

Ask anyone about best friend’s name, I am sure most of us will recall those who were with us since childhood, when actually we have made many during past years of our life. We have shared ourselves with old friends our precious time, the casual attitude and then, the ringing deadlines, the pressure, the society taboo hardly mattered to us as we were happy in ‘myself era’.

I understand, my narration is nothing new, everyone is going through same phase more or less, but what I am trying to ponder is that why we lose ourselves in the process of gaining other?

Ironical the line ‘do you love me’ often asked by our loved ones, narrates ‘me’.

Ask yourself, do you?

Love myself, find myself.