Atishay was so passionate to get up early in the morning that he was struggling to sleep. He was thinking that the next morning would be a dawn to me. I'll start a new journey of life with all the disciplines one is capable to bring in.
Yesterday he read a book which gave him the clue about the benefits of witnessing an early morning. He thought, "how many days he spent without witnessing a happy morning? May be I was too busy with worklaods that I forgot to realize what actually the life is all about". But he was now ready to awake, ready to dance with the tune of nature. He was anxiously waiting for that next morning, but he actually forgot to live, to feel the moment! He spoiled his night in hope that an unknown-uncertain future is his best moment to come. He was afterall not aware that there is nothing like future or past. It is always a transition of present. But he was dancing in illusion of "Proustean" time, submerged in the ocean of fairytale that the next morning would be a beautiful time to live on. And at the end, he was sleeping next morning when the birds around him chirping and signing the song of hope. He failed, to live the moment, to live what is here now. Rest is all in mind, not necessarily will come like one plans!
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