What really is life? Learning how to
walk, how to talk, going to school, experiencing the first youthful emotions,
stepping out of home away from the family. It's all about discovering the
wonderful world full of friends, reluctantly acknowledging the feeling that
time has come for tying the knot, feeling
the joy of a baby's smile, watching it grow up, shape up its future and so on.
All this time we are so engrossed in our conventional routine and
planning for future that we forget to live the present. One day we realize
how fast time has travelled only to review the past which might bring both joy
to our heart and tears to our eyes. If this is what we call is life then I feel
it is too predictable and mechanical. It is like watching a typical masala
movie. There is no art in it.
After so many phases of evolution, man has forgotten the beauty of a sunrise,
the magical sound of the rain, the mystical feeling of the dawn, the serene
life of the night, the saintly face of the moon. There is no time to watch all
of these. We are running after a mirage. We are running because everyone around
us is doing the same.
So for a moment we must stop and think about how far we have
progressed. We must find answers to the questions that life has put before us
and feel the joy of solving one of its riddles. If we do not do this then we
will just be passing on the baton of eternal quest to our successors. We need
to somehow find the rhythm of life. It's is a journey, not a destination. The purpose of this life must simply be to live it to the fullest and reach
out eagerly without fear for newer and better experiences.
