Starting out...

The morning is supposed to herald the day. It’s supposed to signify. It’s an initiation.

So is the start of one’s life. What exactly is the start of our life? Which phase in our lives can we coin as ‘the start’?

Is childhood the start? Is it the adolescent age or is it the emerging new adult? Or is every turning point in our life, a start? A rising….an upcoming?

Which is the optimum time to start out? To say to ourselves, “This is it!”
Is it a predetermined occurrence or is it by default?

Does one wake up one fine morning and say,” Today is the day!” Or is it an eventual progression? Does one personally notice this transition? Or is it absorbed unwittingly?

Can one do much to start out phenomenally? Or does the conventional Destiny intervene here as well? Are there starting out philosophies as well?

Does a lame start necessarily indicate a subdued road ahead? Is a phenomenal start so determining? What if one starts out late and lame? Is he/she ruined? Does it indicate an end to all anticipations after that?

Do we all have an equal footing to start out from? Are equal opportunities meted out to all of us? Are some of us deprived and some buried under the heavy gratitude? Is there any sign of consistent individualism in deciding one’s start?

Is this justified?

Will I ever have coherent answers to my questions?
May be…may be not!