Just a thought

I have often felt that life is just like water taken in your folded palms. You can see it dripping down; but you can’t help it !
That is exactly what life is !!
During my childhood days, I remember, when we the young ones while taking bath in the nearby river, used to take a game out of it. Who will be the first to reach the boy, who is the officiating “umpire”, with water in the folded palms. Once you step out of the river, into the sands, water begins to drip. The more you close the palms tight in order to avoid this “drip”, the more it happens as you speed along to reach the umpire. You just can’t help it! It’s just like that!
Hello sir, isn’t it similar to the pattern of life?
It keeps on dripping and dripping!
All the pondering souls have pondered over it all through these years!
May be the same feeling had prompted Yeats to scribble these lines:
“I balanced all; brought all to mind, the years to come seemed a waste of breath, A waste of breath the years behind!
That is the beauty of life!
Let us love life. Every moment of it.

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