Dusk

Dusk- such a usual phenomenon it is that we almost ignore its existence when we return from work everyday in our mundane lives. Yet if we take a look outside, each heart experiences similar waves of confusions about our existence, and the futile efforts to supercede them with our thoughts about immediate future, our worldly desires or plans for the upcoming weekend.

Deep down though we know, it is time.

Everyone thinks.

We have been running till now for something that we aren't sure why we are doing, and at the end of the day we stop and start running in the opposite direction, towards a place that we may or may not call home, but a place that makes us feel safe, comfortable, far from this madness that we invest ourselves into throughout our lives. We aren't sure what we are chasing, money, power, glory, love? Or at the end of the day innocence?

Maslow had put it so well in his hierarchy of needs, and we as humans chase one each, towards the horizon, only to find it moving further away every day, because we never really think of reaching it. That horizon remains as something to be chased every time dusk blends the sky from orange to red.

Perhaps we chase the never ending circle of that long lost innocence, the dreams we witnessed as children, the desires we had when we thought the world was what we knew, perhaps they momentarily take us away from the reality of our mundane lives or perhaps we chase versions of ourselves that exist only to keep our inner minds satiated with the illusion of living to fulfill a purpose.

The purpose that could be different for all, yet remains the same, finding their real selves, reflected in worldly assets. And by the time the mind has retraced the path it traces every evening, far from the crowd, we return to the real world, to fulfill routine.

A wearied labourer is back to being preoccupied about his next meal and abode for the night, a normal human about his work, a mother about her children. May be we have arrived at our worldly destination for today. We wait for the next day, the next cycle of this chase, hoping to find something new, aware that this is how it happens.

Tomorrow when dusk blends the colours in the sky, we will chase it again, far from the maddening rush, containing waves within ourselves, afresh, live it for some minutes and then come back to the world, that offers us distractions every day, every second.