It was lush green, the mountains with the monsoon giving
them life, fog all around. Saw the natives sowing seeds for a crop. Heart was
joyous in the midst of nature. It always asks for so little, yet we all strive
so hard but always in the wrong way. Never wanted this path to end, because the
journey through felt better then the destination.
We all have a point
of time in life from where we have an option of choosing our paths. The path to
our best is always as tedious as getting on top of a mountain, but we all know
how beautiful that walk is throughout. It’s called the path of our ‘Dreams’. Our trust, our values, our conscious tested at
every curve. It pulls you out of your comforts, makes you strive hard for
survival. Our soul accepts the wounds.
Because it’s the only path that gives a meaning to life, all the other ways are
mere illusions and are incomplete.
A very few, who like to take on the path of ‘Dreams’, enjoying
every bit of it. These Wanderers of Life have a lust for the path throughout.
The destination is only the end, the tip of satisfaction. Most of us fall for
the common path, the one with illusions. Which means striving for satisfaction
on the most unsatisfying path. Dreary isn’t it, yet taken by most of us. It’s
only a few who take the path ‘Uncommon’ among the common.
We all need to find that path.
