All is flux

While walking down the road, I suddenly realised I had lost something. My mind’s focal point has always changed directions quicker than a fly, more so these days. This makes resolving blurry pixels in the mind almost impossible. The annoying buzz of the white noise does to my mind what my cooking does to the ingredients. But then suddenly the noise is tuned out for a split second. The feeling is not much different than finding your thick spectacles for a second before losing them again. These are the times when I realise if I have lost/gained anything. It was precisely one of these moments, on the road the other day.
The million calculations in the mind have brought a million expectations of what the future should hold. Every inch of nerve has been claimed by ruthless calculations. However, I forgot to add change as a variable in my calculations.
To be fair, I have been pelted with hints like they were rotten tomatoes and eggs. The hints were all over the place like pink neon signs. Change of tube timings when I’m about to miss the train, change of locks on my office door just when I had managed to get a spare key for the old ones, overnight change of MY career plans by someone else, change of voice in people, all of these passed before I could move an eyelid. I still didn’t get it. But god tried his best. He made sure the goal posts were moved every two seconds. It is frustrating, and you feel exactly like you have peed on your foot ‘cos someone moved the potty.
All this makes my planning skills look like Hitler’s. Or maybe I need to let out a philosophical discharge of methane, and convince myself that change is the only constant. What a gip.

What I had lost and found was the point that everything has flown, and will continue to do so.