Sitting in my room I hate to see the world running after some piece of papers to make few exchanges which people say give them contentment. It hurts to see people shadowing the real truth without even being ignorant. I feel this contentment is nothing but an expiation. The atonement of happiness they say is a myth. Deep down inside they know that, but are afraid of their survival in this merciless and callous world where materialism is the order of the day. Let them run for the ‘so called’ indispensable money.
This cresomania is eventually killing the real sensitive emotions and feeling of the the true self. I see my neighbours , my parents, everyone of us running like a wild dog to grab the race from each other and showcase our potential to destroy our real self. Is this the race we are running?? I don’t want to. Some times I feel that we boddle our soul and explain our inefficiency to fulfill the real motives of life. That’s why after days, months, years of chase its is unfulfilling. This is not what life asks for?? This has destroyed our sensitive emotions and feelings.
I don’t want to be part of this chase. I want to explore the darkest, deepest, lonliest corners of the earth because that’s what our instinct is. But what we do – sit in our offices, home all your life trying to beat each other for nothing. Nature invites us in its lap to remain hale and hearty, to explore more and more. It invigorates a soul stirring freshness in us. We should break the shackles of bondage, money, things and form a connection with the nature. W. Macneile Dixononce once said “Nature like life, she strips men of their pretensions and vanities, exposes the weakness of the weak and the folly of the fool” — we should learn to be crusaders for the cause.
It is true, we are but faint-hearted crusaders, even the walkers,
nowadays, who undertake no persevering, never-ending enterprises. Our
expeditions are but tours, and come round again at evening to the old
hearth-side from which we set out. Half the walk is but retracing our
steps. We should go forth on the shortest walk, perchance, in the
spirit of undying adventure, never to return--prepared to send back
our embalmed hearts only as relics to our desolate kingdoms. If you are
ready to leave father and mother, and brother and sister, and wife
and child and friends, and never see them again--if you have paid your
debts, and made your will, and settled all your affairs, and are a free
man--then you are ready for a walk.
Free Will
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