Joy to be hidden, disaster not to be found!

There comes a time when life feels like a train journey, halted at a station that isn't quite where you imagined it would be. The sounds of bustling passengers fade into a distant hum, and I find myself standing alone, unsure of the destination or the path. I have spent years chasing goals, building dreams, and proving myself. Yet, at this moment, the future is an empty track stretching into the unknown.

I am here, with all my achievements, yet the weight of uncertainty is heavier than I expected. Teaching, writing, exploring—everything I have loved and longed to pursue suddenly feels wrapped in hesitation. Is this the direction I should take? Or is it just another stop before a bigger journey? The heart longs for clarity, for purpose, but sometimes, the answers don’t come easy.

Perhaps it’s because I’ve always been a lone traveler. I’ve walked through the stations of life, often without the company of many friends or the warmth of a familiar hand to guide me. The solitude has made me stronger, but also more reflective. Therefore, they say, and I truly believe, that, it is a joy to be hidden. 

Yes, it is a joy to be hidden, but disaster not to be found. The dreams I once had were so clear, but now they feel blurred by the fog of too many choices. I find myself yearning for simpler days, for the version of me that moved forward without questioning every step. It’s difficult to sit with this feeling of being stuck, yet, maybe that’s what this pause is meant to teach me—that not every moment needs to be filled with certainty or forward motion. Sometimes, the most important growth happens in the stillness, when the noise quiets down and I’m left with only my thoughts. There’s a strange beauty in uncertainty, a quiet invitation to look within. And while I wait for the train that will take me to the next chapter, I know one thing—life, with all its doubts and detours, has always found a way to move forward.

But even in this search for what’s next, my heart drifts back to a time when the world seemed lighter, when I moved freely without the burden of too many choices. Those memories, soaked in nostalgia, carry the warmth of hope. It’s in these fleeting glimpses of the past that I realize I’ve navigated uncertainty before—and survived. Maybe, just maybe, the answer isn’t in finding the perfect path, but in trusting that I will find my way as I always have.

"Wo purane din, aashiqaane din,  

Os ki nami me bheege wo suhaane din,  

Din guzar gaye, hum kidhar gaye?

Peeche mud ke dekha paaya, sab theher gaye!

Akele hai khade, kadam nahi badhe,

Chal padenge jab bhi koi raah chal padein, 

Jaaenge kaha? Hai kuch pata nahi,

Keh rahe hai wo ki unki hai khataa nahi.

Wo purane din, aashiqaane din,

Os ki nami me bheege wo suhaane din..."

In those misty memories, where dreams felt alive, in those memories of yesteryears, perhaps the answer lies hidden.