Realization

 I did not land on this planet
With a plan to hit a century;
I have wished to see the world
As much as possible in my given calibre
And as long as possible in the given time.

Two years beyond half a century now
I have scaled only a speck of the given space
And spent only a tick of the given time.
Now a sense of incompletion mounts,
With the realization of the virtue of nonchalance
For what remains to be scaled and spent ahead.

I know:
My life is a tick of a continuum
And a speck of the trillion
That come to and go from this planet;
And living is a wait
Till the end of the continuum of my share.