We often wonder, silently and aloud alike- what is life? Things happen, without any possible explanation of them happening. They still do, and impact us in a way that we would eventually be thankful for. Or not? I don't think so. This is one of those moments when i am deeply immersed in epiphany. That feeling, when i am so close to finding out what exactly is the way to live, but Alas! i lose focus when i get any nearer, and when i get to focus again, i magically lose my will to keep looking for an answer. Happens with the best of us.
That's life but, blink it and miss it. We spend so many living moments rationalizing what we do or what we did not do, or what we could have done, or what we shall do in the near future, that we never really enjoy the consequences of what we essentially did. Mind you, we do 'pay' for the consequences. But enjoy the harvest of our thoughts. never? What is the point of this? To never really sit back and enjoy life. Why the dissatisfaction? Are we really that torn down by the artificial wants and comparisons created by the social web, that we have forgotten our inner core, that just needs love and nothing else. We polish these outer materialistic surfaces so much, strive to make them better and better that we have forgotten who we actually are.
Consider a daily situation. How often do we sympathize with a begger's life on a red light? We would notice if we ever stopped envying the brand new Audi next to us, and that foolish too probably spent a lot than what he could manage to ignore the begger and prove superior to us. We have nothing to thank our stars for, if we keep looking up and craving for more, that car, that house, that job, or maybe something as contemptibly small as that dress. Life becomes a gift the day we look down, give a hand to the needy, spend time with a widow, give a hand to a disabled or love an orphan.
What am i doing again? Explaining life. How am i experienced enough to do that? Truth be told, in all probabiliy, i know way less than the one reading these lines. But again, there's no single answer to explaining life. We can define it as just the process of being born, and dying out. Where have we lived in all this?
Life was never meant to be taken too seriously. If we started doing that, we would have just taken a shortcut to dying.
This is just an appeal to all of those, including myself, to just take some time off our busy schedule, switch off the computer screen, throw that blackberry on the side table, stop tapping our well kept feet on the floor and wonder out aloud. Didn't the childhood goals give us more happiness than the ones we have today. Doesn't watching the rainbow, playing ball on a windy day, coloring inside the lines or packing a lunch to the park make much more sense than earning more, eating less, sleeping anticipating the face off with the boss the following day?
That's all i am saying.
That's life but, blink it and miss it. We spend so many living moments rationalizing what we do or what we did not do, or what we could have done, or what we shall do in the near future, that we never really enjoy the consequences of what we essentially did. Mind you, we do 'pay' for the consequences. But enjoy the harvest of our thoughts. never? What is the point of this? To never really sit back and enjoy life. Why the dissatisfaction? Are we really that torn down by the artificial wants and comparisons created by the social web, that we have forgotten our inner core, that just needs love and nothing else. We polish these outer materialistic surfaces so much, strive to make them better and better that we have forgotten who we actually are.
Consider a daily situation. How often do we sympathize with a begger's life on a red light? We would notice if we ever stopped envying the brand new Audi next to us, and that foolish too probably spent a lot than what he could manage to ignore the begger and prove superior to us. We have nothing to thank our stars for, if we keep looking up and craving for more, that car, that house, that job, or maybe something as contemptibly small as that dress. Life becomes a gift the day we look down, give a hand to the needy, spend time with a widow, give a hand to a disabled or love an orphan.
What am i doing again? Explaining life. How am i experienced enough to do that? Truth be told, in all probabiliy, i know way less than the one reading these lines. But again, there's no single answer to explaining life. We can define it as just the process of being born, and dying out. Where have we lived in all this?
Life was never meant to be taken too seriously. If we started doing that, we would have just taken a shortcut to dying.
This is just an appeal to all of those, including myself, to just take some time off our busy schedule, switch off the computer screen, throw that blackberry on the side table, stop tapping our well kept feet on the floor and wonder out aloud. Didn't the childhood goals give us more happiness than the ones we have today. Doesn't watching the rainbow, playing ball on a windy day, coloring inside the lines or packing a lunch to the park make much more sense than earning more, eating less, sleeping anticipating the face off with the boss the following day?
That's all i am saying.
