The purpose of life- Joy, laughter and comforts- doesn't this potpuri make sense?
Joy should increase along with the time span sent on this earth. However, the contrary meets the eye. I want a big house, a nice car, holidays, a pet, a beautiful family, sexy figure, great friends, expensive jewellery and the time of my life...oh! wait a sec...the satire is that in order to have all the above I don't have time in my life. Without trying to sound like a crony, hackneyed Aunt pondering over years of her life- I want to simply hold on it, take a plunge and then open my wings to fly(now, without sounding like a disney princess).
The equation is simple with LIFE on one side and joy on the other with peace as the denominator. However, like all equations, there are derivations. The days of chores add on and as the serach for benign happiness becomes never ending and then the motive gets lost in the rubble of the day's work- laughter becomes a rare sighting and all but one little heart beat pursues joy. While all seems a perfect setting- while life raises questions to be smothered in the womb by a ambitions- while all the havoc resides peacefully in the mind....Life is just fine. I am ok, I am good but I need to be better....want to feel each pulse and experience the rush of blood.
Joy should increase along with the time span sent on this earth. However, the contrary meets the eye. I want a big house, a nice car, holidays, a pet, a beautiful family, sexy figure, great friends, expensive jewellery and the time of my life...oh! wait a sec...the satire is that in order to have all the above I don't have time in my life. Without trying to sound like a crony, hackneyed Aunt pondering over years of her life- I want to simply hold on it, take a plunge and then open my wings to fly(now, without sounding like a disney princess).
The equation is simple with LIFE on one side and joy on the other with peace as the denominator. However, like all equations, there are derivations. The days of chores add on and as the serach for benign happiness becomes never ending and then the motive gets lost in the rubble of the day's work- laughter becomes a rare sighting and all but one little heart beat pursues joy. While all seems a perfect setting- while life raises questions to be smothered in the womb by a ambitions- while all the havoc resides peacefully in the mind....Life is just fine. I am ok, I am good but I need to be better....want to feel each pulse and experience the rush of blood.
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