“Your own thoughts can be your worst enemy. Especially when you are trying to better yourself. Negative thoughts seem to increase at the beginning of this journey. This is the fear of the unknown. It s okay, just keep going. Unhealthy thoughts begin to decrease, when you are finally in control of yourself and your destination.”
“Life is a journey of interrelated chapters. Reflecting back, we craft the story. transforming the events and encounters back into a narrative of the heart. The seasons shift in colors, and the chapters shift in tones, as we craft the rise and fall in rhythm. Yet it tells the tale of our lives....”
“Alexander the Great could not rest at home. He always wanted more, he always felt he deserved more. His father Phillip once told him, “My son, look for yourself another kingdom, Macedonia is too small for you.” The world was too small for Alexander.”
“I seek to examine all factoids that led to personal despair by undertaking an Odyssey-like journey of the mind. I shall attempt to draw from the knowledge gleaned from all sources, and strictly examine crucial events of personal history not to rediscover what I already know, but to examine reminiscent occurrences under a new light of heightened consciousness, and in doing so rewrite my history and pen an enlightened future. Perhaps with resolute effort, I can recast a benighted nightmare into a bounteous prospect for joyful and a meaningful existence. I must undertake an arduous cognitive journey to discover what elusive substance provides purposefulness to living.”
“A journey does not end when it ends.”
“Your attention please. This is not a rehearsal. This is not a drill. This is your life. Make the most of it. Become a hero. Bring the ultimate cosmic journey – your journey – to its appointed end. Become God.”
“Life is an individual journey; Learning differently from the same experiences, Reacting differently out of the same incidents.”
“No, not on this journey of many lives, this journey of incredible burdens. Let me reach my inn, the village called Khasak”
“An apple that stays in its mother tree will not become a tree itself. It needs to leave its mother and set on its own journey to find the place where it can grow and prosper.”
“You forsake all that you hold dear, for a dream that is not your own; you would rather live a lie than live your life alone”
“Ravi sat on his cot, leaning on a stack of pillows, and looked out of the window. The sun was setting. The grazing herd of clouds was gone. Soon it was dark, and the fantasy returned, the fantasy of the journey. The seedling house became a compartment in a train, and he the lone and imprisoned traveller. Dark wastes lay on either side; from them fleeting signs spoke to Ravi—a solitary firefly, a plodding lantern. The wheels moved along the track with soft, deceptive thuds. Then he heard the far rush of another track racing towards his own, the sorrow of another, futilely seeking comfort. The rails met for one moment, tumultuously, to part again. To race away into the many-mysteried night.”
“The journey into the vast unquiet universe, watched by faces in railway compartments, tolerant and incurious. In the nights Ravi curled up on luggage racks and slept to the soft beat of the rails. The names of railway stations changed, their scripts changed. Then on the road, up the high ranges, past hairpin bends in gasoline-perfumed buses. The roadway dust changed colour, sunrise and sunset changed places, directions were lost in an assailing infinity. The journey took him through cheerless suburbs, through streets of sordid trades, past cacti villages and lost townships of lepers, and ashramas where, in saffron beds, voluptuous swaminis lay in wait for nirvana.”
“I was thinking about friendship, about the indestructible ties of love between two people, who until a certain time had been complete strangers, but, who, somehow, on the solitary path of life, found another soul with whom to share the journey.”
“Sometimes we just need a safe place to share our stories.”
“Moving in the right direction is better than arriving at wrong destination. Obstacles are good because they either take our time or change our direction so that we reach the right destination at right time.”
“She was a rough stone. She was happy the way she was. Then somebody carved some stone out of her. Now she is neither stone nor statue. She is running after things that can take more stone out of her and give her a sense or hope of completeness.”
“The easy road would have been to stay on the same path, the one that led only to death and decay. Instead, I took the road less travelled; I journeyed towards new life; towards transformation.”