Friday, December 14, 2012

The Small Things that make Life Beautiful


I saw it the first time when I was seven, a six faced torture toy the rubix cube. Well at that time when my mind was more dependent on that of higher beings I was often told that life were filled with challenges, and at the age of seven I met my match. I made it my aim to solve the little menace for a cube. Of course that time the powerful search engine Google was not known to me for if it was I might have been able to solve it. Time passed, the cube became a faded memory of failure and now my mind saw the world differently, it saw that everyone were running behind money and without thinking, without consulting my heart I did the very same thing. I ran without knowing why and if sometime I did stop I was overpowered by guilt which told me that others are getting ahead of me. The beauty of challenge no more fascinated me. All that until last week, I had gone out to buy some materials for a school assignment and as I moved about picking the things I needed I saw the rubix cube lying on one of the shelves. I was filled with unease seeing the six faced toy, it reminded me of the challenge I left unresolved, a challenge in which my intentions were clear it was not for greed of money or fame it was simply a small desire of the heart. So I bought the cube home with all the other things I needed and then in a matter of three days I had learned to solve the cube.  The fulfilment of the heart’s desire ‘enriches the whole body with pleasure and for the first time I felt truly alive relieved from the worries of the world. Some may say I wasted three days on a mere toy others that I could have used the time to finish my project on time which I did not. Many of us realize this when we are going to enter our graves we look back and see what all we missed and the times we denied our heart of its desire and then sleep forever in regret but for all those who want to know it now I give it to you that it is the small desires of the heart that makes life beautiful.     

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