The Path…

           

    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.