I remember the saying,” A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss”. If I am given the opportunity to live a nomadic life.I’d certainly want to try.The best place I’d choose would be,keeping in the tune with the song,’O give me home,where the buffaloes roam and the sky is not cloudy all day. A home on the range where the deer and the antelopes play.’
It is not difficult to decide.I have seen and lived in cities,while they have their charm,life is complex and full of stress. A nomadic life can help to look at my innermost self. I’d like to spend my time studying nature.It will provide the experience,Tagore had when he wrote those beautiful poems and songs. I feel blessed,I can read and understand him and appreciate his hard work that he left behind for us to enjoy.
When I leave for a life,which is carefree and rejuvenating,to me it will be heaven on earth. I am certain I will not miss my home base. I’d be busy talking to the variety of animals,I’d come in contact with.For once I’d get to see nature and learn to appreciate it. The absence of city life cannot and will not be an issue. I’ll think of Wordsworth and his poem,”I wandered lonely as a cloud . That floats on high o’er vales and hills, when all at once I saw a crowd,A host of golden daffodils.”
It will give me an occasion to feel Tagore’s poetry, “We play with the golden dawn,we play with the silver moon”. I ask , “But how am I to get up to you?” They answer,”Come to the edge of the earth lift up your hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds”. These are the moments I will treasure. I’d love to give nomadic life a try.