Child is the father of man

Little would have William Wordsworth known, that when he told that "Child is the father of man", it would be and can be interpreted in thousand ways. I am soon going to be a father and hearing these words now creates an unique resonance in my mind.  It now makes a meaning it never had, best captured by the following lines: "A man is reborn the moment he sees his own life with his eyes, touches it and feels it.  His progeny reconnects him to the ultimate truth of Life : its indestructibility and its quest to go on and on without respite, without waiting for anyone.  The child reminds of the fact that no matter how stupid we tend to be now and how mindless we are now, muddying the existence of life with the puffed veneer of sham, illusion, ideologies, dogmas, pleasure seeking and raise walls around each other, we were all given a equal chance to live, a chance we frittered as we entered the man-made canvas leaving the comfort of truth.

First attempt

Always wanted to stop my train of thoughts in its tracks and pen them down: Thoughts tend to fall out of your mind and fade away with time. Guess the best way is to have them recorded and maybe blogs could help : The reason that I have given to myself to support my decision to write the blogs. I feel paranoid doing this, but letting go in one form or the other without the fear of being judged is something all of us have to do at some point or the other in our life or else the slough of the daily stupidity and seeking will remain an eternal disease that soils the skin.

 Today has been a silent day at work though with no major events but studded with some observations that were there for the taking and some more if I had seen the movements clearly. Funny and miserable at the same time : The fact that the work I do for money is shaping my identity(trust me when I say I do not like it one bit).
Tomorrow we have a team dinner and the first thought that pricks me is the milling crowd and the unenviable need to stand up before everyone and speak as if the mundane tasks have a bigger meaning that by itself engulfs the beauty of true living.