Perhaps what I have not understood about this Saturday, perhaps what I have not realized about this day, perhaps what I had imagined of this day that has already passed, is something I always wonder about.
Here’s a magnificent though clichéd thought and I am sure you’ve heard this before. A basket of flowers: 45 dollars, food at the restaurant: 25 dollars, the nice tie you are going to sport tomorrow morning, 125 dollars, the moment that just passed by, priceless! Hackneyed? Give it a thought.
Just there, right now, a moment has gone by. It was right here to be had but when I realized it, it was gone. That set me thinking about the moments that I keep losing each day. How can I treasure each of these moments? How do I make each of them precious? What’s wrong with me? What’s this obsession with making life valuable?
Perhaps, life is something much simpler than I think. May be it is not about making a million dollars (err... I ‘d like a billion :)); perhaps it is about realizing the serene feeling that comes with a familiar touch. Take a moment, take a deep breath, you never know, the next moment might never be there.
If you imagine, your life is very entertaining for the director of this fantastically amazing movie called Life. Your sorrows, your life, your dilemmas and the climax of your life, is all imagination of this supremely imaginative God. Little do we realize that all these small parts of our life have been put in place meticulously by this director. He is the Master of all, tragedy, comedy, suspense, and thriller!
I think I might owe you an apology. I am not trained to be nice to people. Was this essay a splendidly distressing thought? I hope not. Even if it is, ignore it please, because these thoughts are mine, mine to keep and mine to hide, till death.
Before I finish this directionless crap, here is something that may sound unnecessarily esoteric to you, something that might definitely seem imprudent… but I think there may be another person on another earth, millions of light-years away, writing away scrupulously, not knowing that there is a counterpart he does not know exists! Or does he? Take it easy!
Here’s a magnificent though clichéd thought and I am sure you’ve heard this before. A basket of flowers: 45 dollars, food at the restaurant: 25 dollars, the nice tie you are going to sport tomorrow morning, 125 dollars, the moment that just passed by, priceless! Hackneyed? Give it a thought.
Just there, right now, a moment has gone by. It was right here to be had but when I realized it, it was gone. That set me thinking about the moments that I keep losing each day. How can I treasure each of these moments? How do I make each of them precious? What’s wrong with me? What’s this obsession with making life valuable?
Perhaps, life is something much simpler than I think. May be it is not about making a million dollars (err... I ‘d like a billion :)); perhaps it is about realizing the serene feeling that comes with a familiar touch. Take a moment, take a deep breath, you never know, the next moment might never be there.
If you imagine, your life is very entertaining for the director of this fantastically amazing movie called Life. Your sorrows, your life, your dilemmas and the climax of your life, is all imagination of this supremely imaginative God. Little do we realize that all these small parts of our life have been put in place meticulously by this director. He is the Master of all, tragedy, comedy, suspense, and thriller!
I think I might owe you an apology. I am not trained to be nice to people. Was this essay a splendidly distressing thought? I hope not. Even if it is, ignore it please, because these thoughts are mine, mine to keep and mine to hide, till death.
Before I finish this directionless crap, here is something that may sound unnecessarily esoteric to you, something that might definitely seem imprudent… but I think there may be another person on another earth, millions of light-years away, writing away scrupulously, not knowing that there is a counterpart he does not know exists! Or does he? Take it easy!
