Optimist about it..

I drove along as Bastille-Pompei song played along. Its not a very remarkable song but catchy in its own way. Some songs have this quality that a single line or the chorus just stays with you through the day and even for days for no apparent reason.. how many times we just exclaim that 'this song is stuck in my head', well it happens with me quite often.

So I found myself suddenly humming these two lines from the song to myself almost unconsciously..
'I'm gonna be an optimist about this../I'm gonna be an optimist about this...'
The correct lines happen to be:
How am I gonna be an optimist about this? How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
Well you hear what you to want to hear!

I was running around my usual route and then I saw this tree in complete purple-pink blossoms. I thought of the tree just outside my window, I have been noticing small shoots, sprouts, buds for few days but I am still awaiting the dreary winter cloak to disappear completely. Its getting there...I'm just gonna be an optimist about it.. I caught myself singing the 'improvised' lyrics..

 When you go swimming, somehow the person on the adjacent lane seems to be faster than you, more graceful that you, stronger than you.. when you are catching your breath he/she is completing laps effortlessly. Again it could only be my experience and not hold true for good swimmers out there in the pool, but I like to think that I am getting closer to being faster than some adjacent folks..I'm just gonna be an optimist about it.. 

The dreariness of winter is a real thing, Self doubt is a real thing, but a dose of unreal optimism sometimes helps..'So I'm gonna be an optimist about this../so I'm gonna be an optimist about this...'

Roads

"Some roads are so beautiful that you cannot know whether you travel on the road or the road travels in you"-Mehmet Murat ildan

I read this quote early morning and I was stuck by the beauty and the truth of the statement. All through the day at a subconscious level I was taking a stroll down all the beautiful roads that still travel in me. 

A vacant stretch of road so quiet, so peaceful that it immediately feels personal. In that moment I am not sharing the road with anyone and if I want to walk in reverse that’s what I do! My eyes fixed on the morning sun falling on the snowcapped hills and my back to everything I can ignore for the moment, including where I am going…
A Street bustling with faces, sounds, smells, colors. There is food, drinks, singing. You are either the busy bee bustling around searching for something or the leisurely soul just taking in everything, either ways you are not alone. This road is a shared experience and in the end all the individual faces, sounds, smells, colors beautifully blend into a postcard memory that stays with you.
Then there are the roads that are privy to all your hearts secrets, recall all the long walks with friends walking up and down the same stretch of road until it gets really dark and cold. There are roads that have seen you do the happy dance in the falling rain. There are roads that tricked you, challenged and sometimes got the better of you. There are roads that have seen you persevere as you took to cycling or driving for the first time. 

Sifting through all these images, I came across two kinds of roads: the ones that crossed paths with me just once and the ones that were a good part of my life. Digging deeper, on one hand were the roads that I went seeking for and on the other were the roads that always brought me back home. For one the beauty lay in the unfamiliarity, in the peaceful desolation, an instantaneous connection like a strong physical attraction. For the other set it was the routine familiarity, the conversations, the companionship..

Both these roads are beautiful in their own right.. and I can honestly say that they travel long and deep in my memories..