notestomyself

The Comfort of the Known

“If the path before you is clear, you’re probably on someone else’s.” – Carl Jung

There is comfort in a clear road. The turns are marked, the benches well placed, and even the café at the corner feels familiar. Most of us like that kind of certainty. It is safe and easy to explain.

But people who build new things rarely have that luxury. Their roads begin in fog, full of wrong turns and quiet doubt. Only later, looking back, does it seem straight.

There is nothing wrong with the tried and tested. The world needs people who keep the lights on. But for the builders and founders, clarity comes late. Sometimes very late.

New things rarely start with blueprints and spotlights. They start with someone walking through the unknown, one steady step at a time.

The Beauty of Not Knowing

Doubt is often a good sign. It means you are not on autopilot. It means you are creating something that does not yet have a name. Many mistake this fog for failure, when it is how good work begins.

Someone once said, “Trust the work, not the noise.” There is always noise. Advice, trends, confident predictions. But the work is what moves things forward. Keep your head down. Do the next small thing well. The rest sorts itself out.

Clarity is lovely, but it can also be a cage. When you know exactly where you are going, you stop noticing what else could be possible.

If the path ahead feels dim or uneven, do not panic. Keep moving. The map gets drawn by walking.

And one day, when you look back, you may see a trail that others have started to follow, one that existed only because you began before it was clear.

Watching The Wind Work

One bright afternoon in Manly, I stood by the water and found myself watching the wind work. The sea was calm, the sky spotless, and a light breeze played around like it had nowhere in particular to be. Then a boat caught the wind, its sail filled, it leaned slightly, and began to move. Just like that.

You cannot catch the wind with your hands. You can wave, grab, or plead, but it slips right through. Yet stretch a bit of cloth in the right way, and the same wind will take you places. The trick is not strength, but alignment.

We do this in life all the time. We try to hold on to things we cannot. Control people. Plan every detail. Manage every outcome. All we end up doing is flapping about like a loose sail. The world moves anyway; the only choice we have is how we set ourselves to it.

The sailors made it look effortless. A tug on a rope here, a small turn of the wheel there, a quiet adjustment to the wind. They did not fight it; they worked with it. When the wind changed, they changed too. Calmly. In rhythm.

Lessons from the Shore

Perhaps that is what wisdom looks like. Knowing when to act and when to let the wind do its work.

And yes, there was a little competition too. You could see one sailor glance sideways at another, quietly comparing. Humans will be humans. Even grace comes with a touch of rivalry.

Standing on shore, I realised that the boats moving best were not the ones straining hardest. They were the ones that had learnt to work with the wind.

Maybe that is the real art of living. You cannot hold the wind. You can only understand it, trust it, and let it carry you forward.

PS: Here are some other posts from the trip down under.

What’s Inside Matters: Lessons from Carton Boxes in Transit

Boxes come in all shapes and sizes. Some travel far, some stay close. They sit shoulder to shoulder, waiting to be sorted at the train station—silent carriers of unknown stories.

A former Indian Prime Minister once wrote a poem titled “Envelope” that went something like this:

“The letter inside is yours
The address on the cover is his
Between the two of you
I get ripped open.”

What’s inside us is far more precious than any address on the outside.

To grow, to evolve, we must let go of old versions of ourselves. We must rip open, just like those envelopes—so that what’s within can reach new places.

The address keeps changing. The journey never stops.

So, go ahead—break open the box. Let the new you emerge.

(at Jamshedpur, Jharkhand)

There it sat, on the banks of the River #Siene. A green box with what seemed like a weak padlock and an infirm lock.
Saying hello to the emerging morning and the nonchalant passerby.

And as stopped to click a picture, I wondered what’s inside. And if the lock was worth it. I wondered if it is my story. Or perhaps yours?

That evening a quote presented itself on my screen. “It’s a lot easier to be lost than found. It’s the reason we’re always searching and rarely discovered – so many locks and not enough keys.” #LocksofLove #locks #keys #travelblogging #travel #Paris #france #Europe #EU #me #notestomyself #metaphor #river #energy (at Paris, France)