The breeze cools off, and the dust settles. You go home and you wished everything stayed as they were. But nothing ever stays the same. Especially not after a long, hot
summer.
The end of summer has always been nostalgic for me. My past summers were never exceptional, yes, but somehow, I find myself more – what is the term – changed?
For kids, summer is bliss. Time to play, no school, no books. I’ve always looked forward to it when I was young. Back then, summer meant doing all the things I wanted and more. It was about living free, without hassle - without rules. As I grew older, summer became more and more mundane. It simply became a series of sweaty days and hot nights. In college, I started taking summer classes. I barely stayed home. I never found the time to try out the beaches. When I got a job, summer meant even less. It was just more heat, more dust, and higher electricity bill.
My last 3 summers came and went and I never noticed. I was at a point in my life where I took the fast lane, never stopping to look back on things I could be missing. I joined the rat race. In the last couple of weeks, I barely even had time to notice the heat. I hardly ever noticed that in a couple of days, summer would again be over.
Yes, summer is- again- almost over. Two months of supposed lethargy. Two months of supposedly laidback life. I never noticed. What gives?
Summer, just like any other season, is a phase. It has a beginning, and it has an ending. If most people get to have their fun in the summer, that too will have to end one way or another. On the flipside, some people who have lousy summers would find themselves out of the hell hole soon. What is the point of my musings?
It is to remind myself that nothing ever stays the same. Things change, people change. Summer is the time when we commence things – after that, everything supposedly just resets. You try to go back to the customary bustle. You attempt to recede to the normal lifestyle. Fundamentally, the trance and daze sojourn and we attempt to revert to the former routine. But then, nothing ever stays the same. Time is not cyclical, it is one forward motion that goes into infinity.
Summer is over. Whatever we did or did not do is something we take with us head-on. Let’s not go looking back to the things that were. Summer has ended, and the things that were, no longer are.
End of musings.
