Found this old book tucked behind the cupboard a few weeks back. Today, at this moment, it is my only source of salvation. Finding this book out of nowhere is like a metaphor for life ; you never know what hidden treasures lie ahead of you, pieces of this world scattered in different places. I can never tell what I'll find tomorrow, and why or how it might just bring me the peace I always needed. Just like this book today, at this very moment.
We spend all our lives thinking about success, happiness, relationships, material wealth etc. However, this large entity that we call the universe was after all born out of a single entity, a single atom. Why is it then, that it is an accepted practice to ignore the microcosmic aspects of the same? The touch of a hand, the warmth of a sweater, a single petal falling from a rose, water droplets that lie floating on the surface of lotus leaves, a smile on an innocent child's face, a single strand of hair lying on the pillow..
To me, peace doesn't come easy. But it is in finding pleasure in these miscrocosmic realities of life that I find my solace. As humans we run after extravagance. Somehow it adds to the big fat bag we like to call 'Possessions'. But little do we know that extravagance not only lies in powering entire cities with electricity or building million dollar industries that churn out riches like a gold mine, but also in the flame of a single matchstick as it illuminates one's face, and the slowly rising smoke, curling and swirling like the locks of a dancing girl, as the light goes out.
To me, peace lies in the little things. :)
We spend all our lives thinking about success, happiness, relationships, material wealth etc. However, this large entity that we call the universe was after all born out of a single entity, a single atom. Why is it then, that it is an accepted practice to ignore the microcosmic aspects of the same? The touch of a hand, the warmth of a sweater, a single petal falling from a rose, water droplets that lie floating on the surface of lotus leaves, a smile on an innocent child's face, a single strand of hair lying on the pillow..
To me, peace doesn't come easy. But it is in finding pleasure in these miscrocosmic realities of life that I find my solace. As humans we run after extravagance. Somehow it adds to the big fat bag we like to call 'Possessions'. But little do we know that extravagance not only lies in powering entire cities with electricity or building million dollar industries that churn out riches like a gold mine, but also in the flame of a single matchstick as it illuminates one's face, and the slowly rising smoke, curling and swirling like the locks of a dancing girl, as the light goes out.
To me, peace lies in the little things. :)
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