Reality is a strange thing. It leaves a weird sensation after it hits - sometimes good but mostly not good. It's weird because till reality hits us our expectation is the only form of reality to us. Sometimes the ignorance or lack of any expectation makes it less weird - may be that's one more reason in support of "ignorance is bliss".
I see 2019 as the year of renunciation of life in US. About a decade ago it was easy for me to comfortably move on with the fact that few of my friends have moved to an another country or a distant place. May be I had a lot of friends back then or may be I had my sight set on something promising or exciting in my own life, the fact is I was distracted enough to live with the reality. When one of my very close friend moved back to India I was mostly very happy for him but also to some extent I felt a bit sad and lonely. This week another friend of mine is moving out of US and it felt very strange to imagine the future without him or his family being around when I meet up with the other remaining friends. It's not like I meet these friends very frequently but the few times I meet them are the only times I meet people in my frequency range. The older I grow I realize that I'm growing emotionally lonelier.
Career, hobbies, fantasies sometimes cloud the reality of life. We can't escape when the reality shines strong and long like the days around the summer solstice. It feels weird to experience such moments under the bright shine which refuses to cease till late into the evenings. As always I naively hope that time is the panacea of all such pains.
