I like to walk to the office from home daily. This walk gives me time to think. While I really like to live a slow life and avoid all the speed that the traffic and noise bring in, the thoughts always revolve around in my head. This reminds me that I had left 'The heartfulness way' in the middle, I gotta read it.
The office is not really far from my home. After I get out of the house, I only have to take a couple of turns and then it's a straight main road to work. I like to walk on the footpath on the right side. The road has a separator. There are small milestones on the way, the police station, the stall where a person sells Mausambi juice, the Nilgiris store, and the right turn just before a small park that leads to a peaceful path surrounded by trees and on the other side of it, are small nice houses.
Every day it's a different thought, but it's mostly based on the same theme and leads me towards the same ultimate thought - I have to get out of here, Bangalore, and stay near to my family. What am I even doing here? My parents are living a monotonous life, and they have told me that they get bored now. The decisions have been pending for so long now.
Then a friend came from Hyderabad for a wedding. He stayed here for a couple of days and we eventually figured out the problems with ourselves regarding not being able to work on ideas. We also wrote down the solutions to the problems we came across. I also introduced him to another friend of mine at work. At least 3 folks in the team can keep each other motivated. We still have to plan for what to do next about the idea that we discussed then.
When I was going to the office today, I saw a man who couldn't see walking with a stick in his hand, trying to use the stick to figure out if there is an obstruction ahead. But he was walking, slowly. I am not walking even though I can see what is ahead of me.
I wanted to help him, I thought of helping him, a little too late though. I could have still gone back and helped him, but I realized that I was also rushing towards the next little goal, reaching office.
And then I started thinking if it's all superficial and not really in the heart.
I also walk back home every day from the office in the evening. This time my mind gets too busy in finding a way to walk and making sure that I stay safe, with all the two and four-wheelers rushing towards their next little goal. I had not imagined that even walking on the roads would become difficult one day.
Hope is a good thing. Probably the best of things. It comes when we start doing things to make our lives better. The sense of happiness comes only through that.
There is no auspicious moment to start working towards making things better. Just as there was no better moment to start writing once again.
Probably we all can learn something from the old times, the old ourselves. We had a lot of reasons to be happy, or did we? The little goals back then were as purposeless as they are today, it's only us who have started giving them more importance.
The office is not really far from my home. After I get out of the house, I only have to take a couple of turns and then it's a straight main road to work. I like to walk on the footpath on the right side. The road has a separator. There are small milestones on the way, the police station, the stall where a person sells Mausambi juice, the Nilgiris store, and the right turn just before a small park that leads to a peaceful path surrounded by trees and on the other side of it, are small nice houses.
Every day it's a different thought, but it's mostly based on the same theme and leads me towards the same ultimate thought - I have to get out of here, Bangalore, and stay near to my family. What am I even doing here? My parents are living a monotonous life, and they have told me that they get bored now. The decisions have been pending for so long now.
Then a friend came from Hyderabad for a wedding. He stayed here for a couple of days and we eventually figured out the problems with ourselves regarding not being able to work on ideas. We also wrote down the solutions to the problems we came across. I also introduced him to another friend of mine at work. At least 3 folks in the team can keep each other motivated. We still have to plan for what to do next about the idea that we discussed then.
When I was going to the office today, I saw a man who couldn't see walking with a stick in his hand, trying to use the stick to figure out if there is an obstruction ahead. But he was walking, slowly. I am not walking even though I can see what is ahead of me.
I wanted to help him, I thought of helping him, a little too late though. I could have still gone back and helped him, but I realized that I was also rushing towards the next little goal, reaching office.
And then I started thinking if it's all superficial and not really in the heart.
I also walk back home every day from the office in the evening. This time my mind gets too busy in finding a way to walk and making sure that I stay safe, with all the two and four-wheelers rushing towards their next little goal. I had not imagined that even walking on the roads would become difficult one day.
Hope is a good thing. Probably the best of things. It comes when we start doing things to make our lives better. The sense of happiness comes only through that.
There is no auspicious moment to start working towards making things better. Just as there was no better moment to start writing once again.
Probably we all can learn something from the old times, the old ourselves. We had a lot of reasons to be happy, or did we? The little goals back then were as purposeless as they are today, it's only us who have started giving them more importance.
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