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Wings of Chances


The beaten tracks belong to the poor, tired, huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of teeming shores.1  Life’s thrills belong to those who trek on the Vesuvius.  To those whose ships dare the uncharted seas.2

Toe the line if you want to be the winner in athletics.  But there’s little fun running between lines, in circles, over again along the same track.  The dandelions flutter longing to be touched, beyond the tracks. 

The longing of dandelions will acquire wings and fly in search of new horizons. 

If only we could be dandelions.  With longings that grow wings.  We’d leave the beaten tracks and circular races.  We’d discover new horizons.  New ecstasies.

New truths. 

Personal truths are like wings.  They carry us above narrow considerations of nationalism and jingoism.  Above political games and religious terrors.  Far away from the jargon of gurus who enslave. 

Pick your chance.  And grow your wings. Let no shadow fall between the wing and the circle, between the flight and the ratrace.3

Notes:
1.     Inscription below the Statue of Liberty. 
2.     Friedrich Nietzsche
3.     T S Eliot: The Hollow Men

PS.  Written for Indispire Edition 155: #TakingChances

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  1. UnknownFebruary 4, 2017 at 2:48 PM

    Absolutely true sir! But often these 'personal truths' ruin my spirit.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalFebruary 4, 2017 at 3:02 PM

      It's not personal truths that ruin but their conflict with established systems.

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  2. sunaina sharmaFebruary 4, 2017 at 5:30 PM

    Poetic - dandelions grow beyond the tracks and not on the tracks - a thing to ponder over - there is imagination soaring high beyond that gate of rigid notions - we need to cross it - beautiful!!!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalFebruary 4, 2017 at 8:41 PM

      I'm leaving some beaten tracks, Sunaina, though I never ran on any as far as I think 😃😃😃

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  3. Kokila guptaFebruary 4, 2017 at 8:58 PM

    At times, stuck in the quagmire of dilemma, the tracks blur..to take new chances and rise like the proverbial Phoenix is the mantra and the only way.
    Wonderful post, sir!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalFebruary 4, 2017 at 9:37 PM

      We get stuck in quagmire. Yes, Kokila, that's the tragedy. Worse is that our most beloved people create that quagmire.

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  4. Mary VargheseFebruary 4, 2017 at 11:04 PM

    Absolutely wonderful twist to mundane affairs! Love reading all your posts :)

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  5. UnknownFebruary 4, 2017 at 11:45 PM

    A lively warp to mundane life.. a great post Sir :)

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