The biggest gift anyone can give to anyone is time. And also the biggest gift anyone gets is time. Time is never his or hers. Its time. Its selfish, doesn't belong to anyone. It can never be utilized or wasted. But surely it can be lived. Every moments of it. Humans have succeeded in calculating time, denoting it was never difficult and they even bifurcated it, hours, minutes, seconds. This has made us conscious of time as something that shall end, something that has boundaries or limitations. The day is over, finnaly its the year end or we shall die one day. We have started to fear about it. Its no more about moments, its about seconds and minutes and days and years and lifetime. We count the every move the clock makes and feel miserable losing a second followed by minutes and hours. I heard people say that the watch is one of the finest invention, maybe it is. It is so powerful to ensalve us to a mystical master, Time.
Everyday we come across a lot of events. A beautiful flower has just blossomed in the garden, a child is just born somewhere in the medical section or the moon is shinning so beautifully in the night sky. We see the flowers, we listen the child's cry and enlighten with the moons lights. We cherish those moments, we love those. We want to stay with those, satisfy ourself. But we are already late. The minutes and hours hand are revolving all over our mind. Every second someone somewhere is achieving more, knowing more, earning more while we are wasting our time with the flowers and moon. Every second we waste, we are losing our portion to someone else and someone else is moving ahead of us. He is winning. We wont achieve anything staring the flowers or moon, its just the waste of our precious time. The time we could use in something productive.
I see small kids play, the kids that have no knowledge that something called time exist. They can do anything they like. They play hours long with a worthless wheel and they are not guilty of losing time. They don't care if they have done something productive. They are not yet enslaved. They live in moments. Everything they see, everything they do is new for them. Everything is innovative. In every try they discover a new fact of the world. They don't do the same thing everyday. They are not scared of deadlines or overtime. Maybe thats the reason why they are happy for foolish reason. At the end of everyday I realise I lost a day of my life. What did I do? The same thing. Did I live the day for myself or being myself? What did I gain for losing a day of my life? Did it worth it? I really don't have answers for these questions. I console myself, whats gone is gone, tomorrow shall be a better day. And I am stuck with these everlasting yesterdays and tomorrows. All yesterdays converts into our experiences and all tomorrows our plannings. And we puppet around these, everyday. We are, who we are for a lot of reasons. We have experiences and plannings but they shall never define the real us. We don't have power to change where we come from. But still we can choose where we go from here. Live a life like as a puppet or live a life. The nature gives us chances. The events repeat. A new flower blossoms everyday and we shall distinguish it from the yesterday's. We shall count the moments we live not in minutes or seconds. Then we shall never regret what we couldn't achieve in the past or worry about the uncertain future because we shall be so busy with what we behold in present. We shall discover uniqueness in same thing we do everday. All these uniqueness shall make us happy and satisfied. And at the end of the day when we look back we realise each day worth a lot, each experience are life changing and we are never guilty of losing a day from our life.
But what about the world we live in? What about the competitions where every second counts? Enjoying the moments cannot provide us with good grades or good money without which we are a failure in the society. On the one side we have a failure we face to be ourselves. On the other side we have a failure to suit in this civilised world. There is a failure at anything we do for sure. So its all about choices. What we choose? What kind of failure we want. Either we want a luxurious life which we can't live to ourselves or we want to live a life, of course of which we deserved better and wealthy if only we had made different choices. Once I read about a golden cage. There were men inside and outside the cage. Those man outside the cage found it to be fascinating to be inside it. What would be the interiors of golden walls? They imagined of luxury and were ready to go in. They competed and fought with each other to get in. But they found gloomy and dark shadows inside. They were now captured by evil and fear and competed to get to the top of the prison. They convinced themselves that being in the top is only the way out. But the more they try to go above in the prison the more inner they went. And finally it was impossible to get out.
This story is analogous to our life. The golden prison is the life we are living presently. We try to run faster, complete our task faster, be at the top after which we imagine that we shall not have to run anymore. But when we reach the top we found out the person at the top requires more speed than ever. Slowly we regret being at the top. And at the end of the day we feel guilty for losing our precious time for nothing. And all this started out of a simple choice, how we want our life to be?
Everyday we come across a lot of events. A beautiful flower has just blossomed in the garden, a child is just born somewhere in the medical section or the moon is shinning so beautifully in the night sky. We see the flowers, we listen the child's cry and enlighten with the moons lights. We cherish those moments, we love those. We want to stay with those, satisfy ourself. But we are already late. The minutes and hours hand are revolving all over our mind. Every second someone somewhere is achieving more, knowing more, earning more while we are wasting our time with the flowers and moon. Every second we waste, we are losing our portion to someone else and someone else is moving ahead of us. He is winning. We wont achieve anything staring the flowers or moon, its just the waste of our precious time. The time we could use in something productive.
I see small kids play, the kids that have no knowledge that something called time exist. They can do anything they like. They play hours long with a worthless wheel and they are not guilty of losing time. They don't care if they have done something productive. They are not yet enslaved. They live in moments. Everything they see, everything they do is new for them. Everything is innovative. In every try they discover a new fact of the world. They don't do the same thing everyday. They are not scared of deadlines or overtime. Maybe thats the reason why they are happy for foolish reason. At the end of everyday I realise I lost a day of my life. What did I do? The same thing. Did I live the day for myself or being myself? What did I gain for losing a day of my life? Did it worth it? I really don't have answers for these questions. I console myself, whats gone is gone, tomorrow shall be a better day. And I am stuck with these everlasting yesterdays and tomorrows. All yesterdays converts into our experiences and all tomorrows our plannings. And we puppet around these, everyday. We are, who we are for a lot of reasons. We have experiences and plannings but they shall never define the real us. We don't have power to change where we come from. But still we can choose where we go from here. Live a life like as a puppet or live a life. The nature gives us chances. The events repeat. A new flower blossoms everyday and we shall distinguish it from the yesterday's. We shall count the moments we live not in minutes or seconds. Then we shall never regret what we couldn't achieve in the past or worry about the uncertain future because we shall be so busy with what we behold in present. We shall discover uniqueness in same thing we do everday. All these uniqueness shall make us happy and satisfied. And at the end of the day when we look back we realise each day worth a lot, each experience are life changing and we are never guilty of losing a day from our life.
But what about the world we live in? What about the competitions where every second counts? Enjoying the moments cannot provide us with good grades or good money without which we are a failure in the society. On the one side we have a failure we face to be ourselves. On the other side we have a failure to suit in this civilised world. There is a failure at anything we do for sure. So its all about choices. What we choose? What kind of failure we want. Either we want a luxurious life which we can't live to ourselves or we want to live a life, of course of which we deserved better and wealthy if only we had made different choices. Once I read about a golden cage. There were men inside and outside the cage. Those man outside the cage found it to be fascinating to be inside it. What would be the interiors of golden walls? They imagined of luxury and were ready to go in. They competed and fought with each other to get in. But they found gloomy and dark shadows inside. They were now captured by evil and fear and competed to get to the top of the prison. They convinced themselves that being in the top is only the way out. But the more they try to go above in the prison the more inner they went. And finally it was impossible to get out.
This story is analogous to our life. The golden prison is the life we are living presently. We try to run faster, complete our task faster, be at the top after which we imagine that we shall not have to run anymore. But when we reach the top we found out the person at the top requires more speed than ever. Slowly we regret being at the top. And at the end of the day we feel guilty for losing our precious time for nothing. And all this started out of a simple choice, how we want our life to be?
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