Just enough

Known roads, a few cozy homes, silent corners, familiar faces, the more familiar smiles, a few loved people and yes of course for each of what I just listed just the ones where warmth run through the veins. Recently that is what I have been silently gravitating towards. Not that change challenges me, I still accept it and wade through it while still managing to maintain a fine balance. I do it quite well too. But do I like it, do I seek it, definitely no. I love to work, I love being busy, but do I chase. I cannot say completely no longer, but yes I chase a lot less. I try to make a mark a lot lot less and yes I try to enjoy what I do a lot lot more. Do I make myself a priority, yes a little more than I historically have. Family still stays at the core of all I do, but still I manage those little "me only" pockets in the course of the day. And each time I do, I wonder why did I not start this long back. 

All say that this is a part of aging, of slowing down, but I tend to disagree. I call it experience, of being able to adorn that discerning lens that filters out the glare and the shimmer. It lets just the plain white calming light sieve through, in a way that disillusions darkness, in a way that it is just enough to keep my room lit. And somehow I realize my heart wants no more.