Chasing your Goals.

Our life revolves around chasing our dreams ,desires and goals. Futuristic goals deprive us from our present.It's like wandering in a desert to quench our thirst for achievements and every passing moment brings us closer to our goals only to make us realise that this is not the Oasis you longed for.We experience restlessness every now and than, until our goal is achieved.But once this goal is achieved we long for another. with the feeling that still a long road lies ahead of us.This chronicles of never ending wants and our constant efforts to satisfy them in fact leads us nowhere in the true sense.As it is said that desires bring more pain than comforts.Time passes by, targets are achieved and perhaps in our busy schedule we tend to forget the true reason for our existence on the earth. Nature beckons us with all its glory but we are engrossed in the material world around us.Going for an expensive vacation , should not be considered as the only remedy to find a way out of this chaos.

Nature; is everywhere , it only requires the discerning eye to find the beauty within and around us . This reminds me of the lines from the poem ,"Leisure" written by W.H.Davies which states "What is this life full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.

There are so many non essential things in our life and we get entangled in them, efforts should be made to segregate these non essentials and replace it with indulging in the nature around us. This will surely energise us to identify what we have achieved , what is yet to achieve and what is at stake?

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