When Silence Speaks...

2019 has been a very beautiful year for me. A lot of rules and mental blocks were broken. Unknown stereotypes that were inbuilt in my system was cleansed. Its amazing how little we know about ourselves. Some deep habits, some beliefs that you dint even know existed, until something or someone makes you aware of yourself. I not only challenged myself with fitness, with trekking (even when I was unwell), with backpacking, with hostels, with diet(I used to eat less or untimely), with painting, with art, with emotions, with bouldering, with writing and a lot more. In between all this new found happiness, I did lose someone I loved. But life is what happens when we are busy making other plans. She will always stay close to my heart wherever I go. I was reading my previous blogs, on last few year-end tributes, and I realized I always had something good to take away from the sadness. And this year, I had an overdose of happiness, may be to compensate for all those tough years.

And so we carry the burden of our deeds in this life. It's our choice though, how much you want to carry. This was my first backpacking travel and I learnt something that I could relate to life. I have this 50L trek backpack, which I stuffed with everything I thought I needed, making it about 15kgs. (Used to the trekking style of packing, I had forgotten that here I will be in the civilization, so I really did not need "backups"). Anyway, I end up in the hostels where I meet quite a few folks who were just carrying. Normal dtapack of about 20-25L max for 3-4 weeks of trip.  And I was like "WTF!"  One of them gave a wise tip. She said, choose a small backpack. The smaller the bag, the lesser you will carry because you will stuff only what it can hold. I truly felt those words apply to our lives. Why should we carry the burden of memories with us that isn't essential? All that guilt, that remorse, that anger, that revenge, that hatred, that jealo