All of our lives we spend in shackles, of self-imposed righteousness, of what is, and what will be, and if it should be, or it should not. Some times its just good to let be, take things as they come, move on, enjoy what is, not wonder what will become, some times its just good to cheat out a moment from this examination of life.
Even a single happy moment holds enough promise to take us out of the misery of the life we seem to be living. It is just that we need to string together enough of these happy moments to last us a life time. Moments are waiting to happen, but we some times are the biggest barriers to their existence.
Knowingly or unknowingly, we are all becoming control-freaks, each one of us having postulated a routine which we need to follow, fearing the unknown, afraid of what would happen if we would just be spontaneous for once in life.
The young, innocent, fun-loving boy who once did not even get bogged down by the blistering heat of the summer sun, some where down this road of life, turns into a mechanical robot, going to work and coming back home, seldom finding time to do what the heart desires.
Its time to let the soul free, give it the air it desires, the heart it needs, the drive to do what it wants to do, if not forever, just for this once. It deserves a chance, at least a single chance, in return for the strangling it has received in the hands of the material riches that this grey world has to offer, to live its dream, to be colorful, to be free, to be its own self once again.
It is time for the boy to resurrect from the mechanical death he had died.
It is the time for redemption of a life that was once lived.
Even a single happy moment holds enough promise to take us out of the misery of the life we seem to be living. It is just that we need to string together enough of these happy moments to last us a life time. Moments are waiting to happen, but we some times are the biggest barriers to their existence.
We want to control each and everything happening in our lives, and in search of this control, we destroy the very essence of the moments our life is made of.
Knowingly or unknowingly, we are all becoming control-freaks, each one of us having postulated a routine which we need to follow, fearing the unknown, afraid of what would happen if we would just be spontaneous for once in life.
The young, innocent, fun-loving boy who once did not even get bogged down by the blistering heat of the summer sun, some where down this road of life, turns into a mechanical robot, going to work and coming back home, seldom finding time to do what the heart desires.
Its time to let the soul free, give it the air it desires, the heart it needs, the drive to do what it wants to do, if not forever, just for this once. It deserves a chance, at least a single chance, in return for the strangling it has received in the hands of the material riches that this grey world has to offer, to live its dream, to be colorful, to be free, to be its own self once again.
It is time for the boy to resurrect from the mechanical death he had died.
It is the time for redemption of a life that was once lived.
