The New Life wish

I imagine a world recreated without the flaws that we have compromised for and have adjusted to , living within the hostile environment as thou, it’s the best life we bargained for.

I would happily trod back a thousand years to the times of the wise men, when we lived without anything much, but were amazingly happy. Where we toiled from dawn to dusk in the fields but took pride in relishing a simple meal placed before us.

When we spent precious moments with our loved ones and shared relationships that we treasured for a lifetime.

When we sat and had long talks about our childhood and cherished the memories as thou we still were children…

For these are the times that we live in ,far from what we want and wishing for the new life…

Your worth

I would like to reflect on a few things that would probably make me understand more about my self and even more about the world around me. The world was made a beautiful place, but civilization destroyed it and made it what it is today. As I type these few lines , hundreds are losing their innocent lives to atrocities of arson, robbery,theft,rape. Every incident is associated with jealousy, gain,greed etc. It’s funny for the sheer fact that all our gains on earth would remain very much here on earth. We go empty handed, in very much the same way as when we got here.

We amass all that we can, and as fast as we can , in the hope that we come out as the winner,  but we just need to pause for a moment , because we aren’t winning any marathon in life, we are just burning our existence away in the vain hope that we are achieving for tomorrow, when actually we are not….

 

The Mystery Of Life

 

“I don’t know the meaning of life. I don’t know why we are here. I think life is full of anxieties and fears and tears. It has a lot of grief in it, and it can be very grim. And I do not want to be the one who tries to tell somebody else what life is all about. To me it’s a complete mystery.”

The mind in all its Splendor

Amazing yet true, unbelievable yet a fact. Hues of color spread forth with just the most minute of effort to release a million megaton worth of knowledge that could redesign the landscape of creation and recreate the way man looked at it. The splendor of existence is like a bent oak tree , bent but with glory still visible to the naked eye,hard to view from all angles, but still a natural sculpture that can be admired if you pay attention to it.

The mind is the temple of splendor, way beyond your imagination and out of reach from most. Possible and enchanting to the eye of he who sees beyond the mist………….

The Pot of clay

Soil of the earth, crafted into creation, admired, treasured, holding the liquid which gives life and sustains a race of civilization.The depth of its worth has been evaluated over centuries and generations. Little bits of clay would always remain as remanants of a past, giving much to the present….Much like our lives.What we leave behind would always be spoken of and remembered..Our deeds, our actions…So as said, its not just the day, but tomorrow that would have meaning…