Few mantras are as deeply inculcated or firmly entrenched in the geographies of our minds. We have grown accustomed to likening life to a timed marathon, one in which we are to reach each conventionally marked point as quickly and as efficiently as we possibly could – with minimal risks to boot – and ideally, come in at first place each time. Billions of people go through their lives as such, their lives akin to a relay race from which they had received the baton from their parents, as had their parents before, the parents of their parents.
Yet as we race on, fervently clocking our timings at each marker and progressively checking graduation, career, marriage off the list of predetermined life goals, should we not stop to question the reasons behind which we are running this marathon? Do we actually have to run? Is walking, or dancing, not an option? Could we not veer completely off the demarcated course to explore the boundaries of the track with our childhood dreams as guiding compasses? What if in doing so, we find that there are in fact no boundaries?
Imagine the infinite possibilities that awaited us the day we could collectively garner the courage to leave the jobs, people, and things that made us unhappy, and extricate ourselves from the seemingly futile, puerile rat race we make of life. Boundaries could be transcended where boundaries existed; and if they gloriously did not, happiness, then, would be the freedom and imagination with which you delineate your own geographies.