Life is at cyclical repetition. The same mornings, afternoons and evenings. The same impatience, hassle, strain and the same little joys... and I'm just running to and fro.
Once, life made so much sense. Everyday was a new day. Everyday was a learning, a brand new one. There was a cloud of innocence all around life.
Few years have gone by. Life has moved on... New people came and went. It's all become mechanical. I'm in a race, race towards money, fame and power *smiles* So many people running along side, sharing a few laughs and tears.
Few years have gone by. Life has moved on... New people came and went. It's all become mechanical. I'm in a race, race towards money, fame and power *smiles* So many people running along side, sharing a few laughs and tears.
In fact, it feels like the whole world is running with me. But, do we realize that all men, the king and the slave alike decay to the last bit? I doubt. The destination is not what counts.
The only thing that pushes life forward even during the hardest times is flashbacks. flashbacks from the age of childhood when everything in life seemed to be right. We knew what's right, what's wrong. We didn't know to define sense. We just lived, the way we felt like living it. I miss those days, the days I was naturally innocent, the days I was just Me. If I could time travel, I would go back to being a kid who knew nothing. Life felt so good that way, immensely good...
completely agree.... life is precious and a one time opportunity which we must utilize to the fullest :)
ReplyDeleteYeah,no doubt its precious, life has so much to give us...
ReplyDeleteexactly....sometimes i really wish to return back to my childhood and live those beautiful moments again. its strange that when we are small we really want to grow up and once u reach the grown up stage..we want to turn back to those days of innocence again :)
ReplyDeleteyou are right... when we are kids we just wanna grow up...
ReplyDeleteand now...we want to turn back to the days of innocence