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Running Towards Life

There is man of my acquaintance who was always in a hurry. In a hurry to eat, to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow and finish all his work (ya like that is possible!!). So when he went on holiday, for instance, he would want to see EVERYTHING and always ended up enjoying NOTHING.

The reason he was in such haste was because he didn't want to be left behind. He belonged to the school of thought that believes in life being a race. Not just any race but a rat race.

He was aware that by being in a rush constantly he did miss out on simple pleasures like relishing a sumptuous meal, a bright sunny day or even good conversation. What touched a sore spot was the realisation that there was more.

He realised he couldn't be sincerely happy for another person unless he was involved in the scene. This was most difficult to accept because when he looked at his life he did lead a wholesome life and thus couldn't believe that there was any underlying discontent. He was turning into an egoist unwittingly and with a terrible urgency.

He learnt he was earnestly pursuing people who never gave him a second thought and relationships that were fickle which left him winded. 

Inspite of meticulous planning, a lot of things went wrong when it got down to execution, for he never enjoyed anything he did. Where was the time?

But when he did get wise to this situation he decided to slow down and let go a little. For one he is less fidgety now and a much happier person. 

When he told me this I wondered if this was the story of my life as well. I sighed knowing it wasn't very different. Deciding to consciously decelerate and take it easy I wished myself Godspeed.

  


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