“You can fall in love at first sight with a place as with a person.”
- Alec Waugh
That’s how it was for me and Chicago, about 10 years ago. Lucky for me, I tend to have multiple reasons to visit each year. From friends to music to hopefully football one day, Chicago always feels like home.
Taken from my train trip to/from Chicago, earlier this month.
I've seen every person now
Evolving every minute and changing ways.
The bright spots turn to dark
But what is to be considered are the greys.
How you first like your likes
And then drastically change your taste.
What mattered to you the most
Suddenly seems as unworthy as waste.
Your decisions shift in perspective
To cater to your variable self.
But you hating what you were
An irrelevant exposition of rudimentary states.
You cry tones of embarrassment
Whenever your past and your present hand shakes.
My present mind proposed a thesis to my past
A flabbergasting approach that held me aghast.
Imagine some cosmic power throwing light
Upon the circumstances that stand in our life.
The projection of it's shadow is our image
Of fate that we recreate in our minds.
Like the sun, the objects and the shadows
The setup was quite logical.
The sun threw light and shadows formed
But the artists of the dark improvised in succession.
The shadows changed position while
They successively modified their sizes.
And each of them corresponded to a shadow
Whose variance always surprises.
And the obstacles haven't changed
But our perspectives of each have.
And the problem is simple to banish
But its image seems to be unbearable.
And after times switches it's curve
The projections again change.
Now what seemed to be valour
Today would look like folly.
Or who appeared to be fool
Is today's uncrowned Bernoulli.
It's completely fine to change
Evolutions are self-explanatory.
It might be the situation's demand
And you're unnecessarily being self-derrogatory. - Abhinavanand Singh