A bagful of Berries

"The good life is a process, not a state of being". "It is important to understand the life backwards as well"."Sometimes, when things are falling apart, they may actually be falling into place."

The happiness depends on our thoughts and believe me till there is a turmoil, everything looks green. I was also one amongst the millions chasing dreams, fun n frolics, desires limitless, dissatisfied for the want of more, whatever attributed my regular course was both victorious, failures. I don't remember any hour that I dedicated to myself, where I must have ever given time to self catharsis. Like every other common person life was nothing but a vicious circle.

Then a sudden realization hit my mind that made me thoughtful. I was born with a bagful of berries limited and I gobbled one after another completely like a child lost in their taste and smell, till very few now are left in my bag. Here the mind tried to gather the fragments of the past years. With staggering mind a thought thumped and awakening gained consciousness;  Oh! less are the berries left, most have been consumed unnoticed, in cheer or haste whatever, never realising their number is fixed when we come out of that dark hell.

The mind apprehends, there is no time to be amateurish in deeds, or to land on endless gossips with people having blazing egos, aimlessly discussing others lives for the reasons unknown and discrediting others struggles and achievements. Also not to manage insensitive one's who despite crossing their successive span of life are still immature, living in the fairies world.

With awakened soul the mind directed my heart to taste the berries left in the bag wisely, loving those who laugh out their negligences, who rub shoulders with majesty, however a little effort required to straighten their back; with those who sing unsung songs with melody and perfection keeping no count of self-importance; even those insensitive one's too who turn their backs to hate and jealousy. 

I realised that the essential target is to garnish the remaining span worthwhile. The maturity has to look right as the intention is to relish the remaining berries making the span exquisite. The time is to love kindness and leave unbound memories and lasting footprints. Now the goal is to reach the end with a clear conscience.  With a triumphant soul and unmystified mind here I realized there are no marks of lives spent in past or those that we will encounter in future existences. This life is a reality and I need to find and solve the purpose.

Though much has gone and a little is left, the resolution to make me  remembered when I am gone, is now flamming high with higher compassion and positive energy.

I SHALL WRITE MY OWN STORY TO BE READ AND CHERISHED. My remaining berries are the gifted ones that awakened the real me and gave me the vision to direct my regained vigour to accomplish  the purpose of my birth.