drishtytanwar
Old Manali, Himachal Pradesh.
#JournalEntry : I read that when Tolstoy was young he wrote in his journal "I am 24 years old and I have still done nothing .. I am sure it's not for nothing that I have been struggling with all my doubts and passions for the past eight years. But what am I destined for? Only time will tell."
Reading Tolstoy's nervous twenty-four-year-old words comforted me in a way, because his Lamentations showed a sense of understanding at the alchemy of time and experience, distilling itself towards a manifested purpose. Our teenage years and our twenties are perhaps the part of cooking where all the ingredients are tossed into the bowl. And the whisk of our mind is mixing them up, baking them in doubt and reason and questioning the love and laughter, friendship and misery, sliding them into the oven of time .. And what is made is US! With this knowledge, it seems so funny for each ingredient year to be a point of crisis. When we are in the year of chopping the tomatoes we cry 'I am only a few stupid tomatoes, I am nothing!' We have no patience for the process in the kitchen.
Old Manali, Himachal Pradesh.
#JournalEntry : I read that when Tolstoy was young he wrote in his journal "I am 24 years old and I have still done nothing .. I am sure it's not for nothing that I have been struggling with all my doubts and passions for the past eight years. But what am I destined for? Only time will tell."
Reading Tolstoy's nervous twenty-four-year-old words comforted me in a way, because his Lamentations showed a sense of understanding at the alchemy of time and experience, distilling itself towards a manifested purpose. Our teenage years and our twenties are perhaps the part of cooking where all the ingredients are tossed into the bowl. And the whisk of our mind is mixing them up, baking them in doubt and reason and questioning the love and laughter, friendship and misery, sliding them into the oven of time .. And what is made is US! With this knowledge, it seems so funny for each ingredient year to be a point of crisis. When we are in the year of chopping the tomatoes we cry 'I am only a few stupid tomatoes, I am nothing!' We have no patience for the process in the kitchen.