Past has its beauty and ugliness,
Living in it, is utter comfort,
Living in future is also comfort,
when the goals are set apriory,
but both these comforts,
let us not break,
the shackles of past patterns,
and enter new spaces,
the insecurites in us,
make us reinforce the past,
or create a fixed future,
either we become big or small man,
but we are dwarfed by our patterns,
and handicapped for something new to happen
a new day has sat,
but really? is it a new day?
or is it the same old you once again?
why can't we be cristopher mc'candeless?
from into the wild?
Why is life shackles of,
grappling to something,
be it social order, security, etc?
We though we will get lost,
without grabbing on to these,
little candies created by society
there is nothing wrong with,
a mother's smile,
a big enterprise,
a lavish life,
a romantic timeline,
or success that excites,
we had a taste of a few,
so lets just move on,
cause, if we are dictated by past,
we may be sucessful or failure,
who knows?
But we will be failure in getting up,
and exploring new,
not to write a million books,
not to inspire millions of people,
not to serve the world,
but to explore like yogi,
what the hell is life?
and anyways, what is worth sharing with world?
a poor given bunch of money for gambling?
or an education which puts us on a never ending ratrace?
or a food which makes people lazy to work?
or a bunch of medicines, which don't let the old die?
a family retreat, a servitude to parents, so that you forget the pain of others?
or a marriage, so that all you do is have kids, raise them, get annoyed and die?
or a corporate shark, which kills you and others, and laughs at it everytime?
This is still a onesided story,
but is a part of it not right?
Nothing above is grabbing you,
it is you who keeps grabbing it . . .
I say, have it or throw it,
but give utmost attaintion from heart,
to that which means the most,
which is life, devote an undivided time to it,
for an hour or so, where nothing grabs,
just life,
cause at the end,
all the feathers of what you grabbed will fall flat,
all that stay is life, and your touch with its core.
If you want to be truly, directly, serving the world in highest way, you can't do it if you don't understand yourself what the hell is this piece of life,
And if you know what this life is, than you can't help but rub it on to spaces around you, facilitating technology to serve is ALWAYS secondary to knowing the stuff yourself . . . yet we bind ourselves to servitude and get lost because we havn't gone deeper inside the skin.
Living in it, is utter comfort,
Living in future is also comfort,
when the goals are set apriory,
but both these comforts,
let us not break,
the shackles of past patterns,
and enter new spaces,
the insecurites in us,
make us reinforce the past,
or create a fixed future,
either we become big or small man,
but we are dwarfed by our patterns,
and handicapped for something new to happen
a new day has sat,
but really? is it a new day?
or is it the same old you once again?
why can't we be cristopher mc'candeless?
from into the wild?
Why is life shackles of,
grappling to something,
be it social order, security, etc?
We though we will get lost,
without grabbing on to these,
little candies created by society
there is nothing wrong with,
a mother's smile,
a big enterprise,
a lavish life,
a romantic timeline,
or success that excites,
we had a taste of a few,
so lets just move on,
cause, if we are dictated by past,
we may be sucessful or failure,
who knows?
But we will be failure in getting up,
and exploring new,
not to write a million books,
not to inspire millions of people,
not to serve the world,
but to explore like yogi,
what the hell is life?
and anyways, what is worth sharing with world?
a poor given bunch of money for gambling?
or an education which puts us on a never ending ratrace?
or a food which makes people lazy to work?
or a bunch of medicines, which don't let the old die?
a family retreat, a servitude to parents, so that you forget the pain of others?
or a marriage, so that all you do is have kids, raise them, get annoyed and die?
or a corporate shark, which kills you and others, and laughs at it everytime?
This is still a onesided story,
but is a part of it not right?
Nothing above is grabbing you,
it is you who keeps grabbing it . . .
I say, have it or throw it,
but give utmost attaintion from heart,
to that which means the most,
which is life, devote an undivided time to it,
for an hour or so, where nothing grabs,
just life,
cause at the end,
all the feathers of what you grabbed will fall flat,
all that stay is life, and your touch with its core.
If you want to be truly, directly, serving the world in highest way, you can't do it if you don't understand yourself what the hell is this piece of life,
And if you know what this life is, than you can't help but rub it on to spaces around you, facilitating technology to serve is ALWAYS secondary to knowing the stuff yourself . . . yet we bind ourselves to servitude and get lost because we havn't gone deeper inside the skin.
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