Sometimes when I just look out of the window, it is nothing in particular that I am looking at. It is just the tree branches swinging, some kids playing and someone talking a walk. I just like to look at the world around me through the window. Humans have a tendency to enjoy some ordinary things just by looking at them. For no reason at all, we feel happy, we might even feel sad remembering something or someone, or sometimes its just plain bliss.
The word melancholy came to my mind in the evening when I was explaining its meaning to a friend of mine and I do not know why it came to my mind. It is a word with deep meaning, though it has a negative meaning, the essence of it can be positive because our mind unknowingly enjoys the melancholy ambiance sometimes. Some of the good thoughts and good plans of life come to our mind when we are alone and when we ponder. And most of these times are the ones when we are not jumping with joy and happiness but we are relaxed or maybe calm or maybe there is also an air of melancholy and it smells sweet.
Life is a nested loop and how deep is it nested? No one knows. And no matter how many times it completes the inner loop there is another loop outside waiting to run again. So even if I break this loop, it won't break the code of life. If the source code of life is syntactically wrong then the compiler might help you but if its logically wrong then it has to be re-written. Pretty technical eh? Bare with me as I have done some engineering, I have to show it off, if not at work, at least when I am writing things in my blog.
Coming back to melancholy, sometimes there is no reason why there is melancholy in the air, it is just there, filled in the atmosphere and you might have to just deal with it. The way I am dealing with it now, is by writing. So when there is melancholy, I reflect on myself, my actions, my reactions , my past, present and probable future and then a smile appears on my face. I want to end this post with a poem
I saw it in the sky, a bird flying high
It was not in search of food or anything good
It just wanted to be free so was on a flying spree
It was shot with a bullet and died in a minute
No one for it cried , this ended its majestic ride
Up there was another bird, a single one not in a herd
Though it knew it would be shot, it did not leave its flying spot
Undeterred It continued its flying, to enjoy its freedom before dying