How do I define satisfaction. How do I defend my right to my destiny.

Answers. To questions from well meaning friends. To concerned cousins.

Where do I get those from. How do you answer a polite social question, without getting into the intricate web of intimacies. How do you explain that this is how it is meant to be. And this is right because it feels right. If my life, so far, was a buildup to a point, then this is that nadir.

This is it. For the time being.

There will be more crests, more troughs. More beautiful waves carrying me to the different shores of my life, to different people.

But the tide just came in. Its a beautiful night. And I'm high on life.

This is how it was meant to be. BE.

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If there is a silence below the crescendo, it perhaps signals an approaching storm or an emptiness perhaps. But the cascading music of the waves drowns the silence. Its a beautiful life.