The Road Trip

The longest road trip!

Is there anyone who has ever been on a road trip that had started with a destination in mind but during the journey, you canceled your plans and said “ I am never going back home”

?I bet you haven’t!

?What if I tell you I have been on such a trip? Not only that, I complete around 3 years today and I am still on the roads and I don’t feel like going home.

?Exactly at the same time in 2019, I embarked upon the most audacious, ambitious trip of my life. It was called writing. Somewhere in July 2019, I decided to write my first book. The first page, the first chapter was the beginning of the Journey.

?On the road trip, where I had decided I would come home after my first book, I will move on in my life, I will carry on with the business-as-usual routine.

?This is my third year, three books have been published, the fourth one is supposed to launch around mid-September and five more books are ready to take off from the runway of my destiny into the skies of the readers.

?The trip, after my first book, got extended till my second book. Lo, and behold I realized I didn’t want to go home. I canceled my plans; the road trip was home for me.

?I have still been on the journey and I keep my hand on my heart I am thoroughly enjoying it.

?I don’t want to classify this journey as easy, difficult, beautiful, or ugly because the truth is blessings don’t need judgment. That’s how I feel about the last two years. The last three years have been nothing short of a gift, divine magic, and full of profound moments. I have been empowered with great ideas, apt expression, and the nerve and discipline to translate the ideas into books.

?Some days I ask, Am I the one doing this?

I try and tell myself, Creativity and Ideas have no source, they come from nothingness. My job is to honor the nothingness by acting on them respectfully and responsibly.

?Some days I get worried, will this come to end someday?

I try and tell myself, that till the time I have ideas, stories, thoughts, my mind, and discipline, nothing will end. If I am the messenger of the nothingness, then it’s up to nothingness to make me write. It’s not my worry, not my battle.?A servant must serve, period.

?The last two years have made me more humble, more honest, and more receptive to feedback. My writing gave me a sense of meaning, purpose, and a sense of fulfillment. I felt connected to myself, the days were happier than ever, the nights crazier than before.

?My handle on human behavior, my understanding of psychology, my acceptance of myself, my own emotions, and my feeling have become better.

?It has reduced the feeling of “me”. It has magnified the sensation of gratitude. It has diminished my insecurities. It has healed broken parts of my self-worth. It has helped me channel my pent-up energies. It has made me a better son, a better husband, a better father, and maybe a better human being.

?I wish all of us travel. I wish we all embark on a journey. I wish we meet mid-way, smile at each other, look at each other, laugh our lungs out and say” Ha-ha, I know you too are not going home ever”