Arrival

Long ago, watched a film. The guy was wearing a shirt with the buttons on his back. That is, the chest of the shirt was on his back, and the back of the shirt was on his chest. When asked, why he was wearing the shirt front side back and back side front, he replied '...so that no one knows if I am coming, or, going'. Good enough reasoning. But then, do we really know, without such explicit physical expressions 'if we are coming, or, going?'. More plainly speaking, have we arrived? If we have, when? I have, several times argued this within myself and found that at any point of time, and actually at every moment, we are actually in a state of arrival. And then start again. The journey is full of 'arrivals' and 'departures'. The final arrival, when the quest is fulfilled, is on the final day.


Lets love this living..