elemental lessons

To start writing, I need a stimulus. Often did I notice blog posts of my friends and friends's friends. It is today, that the thought occured to me that I could write about myself at some place on the net. My friend had once told me that at various junctures of life or the thing that we call life, we need to speak our thoughts aloud. However, in my life, I, like evryone else have committed some hideous things(it is wiser to call them things) that I wish to carry only with me till I attain death (I don't call it the after-life, for obvious reasons). So, from this very moment, I start this blog with an honest heart that will allow some confessions, some reflections that in turn will some other honest hearts to unleash their soul.

I often wonder what was the first-ever lesson that I had learned?
Physical lessons, mental lessons, too many of them, I don't even remember their origins, what the heck! I am not talking about them either. At the ripe age of 30, I have come to know that the first-ever lesson that I have learned is to stay alive: by alive, I mean not only to breath. I had called my age the ripe one because I have seen much, felt much; I had people taken away from me, I had people coming towards me with loving hands of solace. I have learned another lesson too. It was more of the effect that I shall speak rather than the cause. I am broken into many, and there are so many of me, that often I do get confused. One of my dear friend, following a famous psycho-analyst, had once told me that people who have a troubled childhood only get rewarded with a troubled adulthood. I think he was quick enough to read me.

I guess every moment will unfold a new lesson for me to learn about life, or something like that. Until I find more, bye.