Where do i begin when i've come to the end?

The funniest thing about Time is how opinions change ... I've certainly begun to believe in things i never thought i would live to digest.... Like Fate, the potential to actually run into your soulmate, faith in Faith, the importance of being no not Earnest but Honest...little things like that.. I like seeing to Believe rather than instantly put my trust in abstract elements like the above but incidents that occurred in the last one month have certainly forced me to think of chances that such un tangible qualities do exist in the world...
How time flies when you're having fun.. i have fun in mere growth be it a day older or a year wiser?Looking back three years or even two even i was still in school i now see a very different induvidual in photographs... I was such a kid, so young and voluntarily oblivious...clueless , protected and way too idealistic for even wordsworthian and marxist standards. I am not certain that all of the above have been altered by time and experience but there is a visible change in my personality... I love recording Growth.. Physical Growth hasn't really been bestowed on my 5 foot 1 frame so i make up in emotional and psychological developement.
Through all the years i have spent pondering and brooding over various issues ...relevant or otherwise { for all my family who are reading this i assure you its the former....although the rest know how indulgent i am in the latter.} i have seen one constant feature.... the fascinating concept of moving on...never giving into complacency or stangnancy.. a constant motion.Evolution, Developement of all kinds, Growth ,Confrontation , Adjustment...all these owe their existance to the fact that life doenst stop with death... it morphs into the conception for something new and radical and comes back stronger and more effective.{ for Good or Bad or in the case of medicinal breakthroughs like plastic surgery ,.... for the Ugly.}
Wheels in motion.. cogs turning incesantly ... the entire imagery of circular progression is reminded of the wheels of a bus that as if 7 pm tonight will take me to where i came from.. Bombay...
Life goes on.. Last call for all passengers travelling to The Journ E's End.