people are funny.
when they don't have something they badly want,
they wish and hope with all their heart that they might eventually get it.
and they think that if they do,
they will be fulfilled.
and when they finally get it,
they think to themselves,
"i wish i could have got a bit more than that."
people are never contented.
give them what they want,
and they want more.
i know it's only natural to want the best,
but don't we all get tired?
from all this incessant chasing,
from all this dogged pursuing of things that we think we need,
from trying to grasp hold of all that we cannot hold in one hand?
i don't know about you,
but i sure am tired.
i think it's time to slow down,
and stop to look at the lovely flowers along the road.
when we run, and only bother to look ahead,
we fail to look at ourselves, and the things around us.
we fail to see who we are, and who or what we have.
we run after so many things, but we don't know what is it that we really want, or need.
and ever so often in our mad dash,
we end up treading on those pretty flowers
and missing out on the simple beauty of life.
when they don't have something they badly want,
they wish and hope with all their heart that they might eventually get it.
and they think that if they do,
they will be fulfilled.
and when they finally get it,
they think to themselves,
"i wish i could have got a bit more than that."
people are never contented.
give them what they want,
and they want more.
i know it's only natural to want the best,
but don't we all get tired?
from all this incessant chasing,
from all this dogged pursuing of things that we think we need,
from trying to grasp hold of all that we cannot hold in one hand?
i don't know about you,
but i sure am tired.
i think it's time to slow down,
and stop to look at the lovely flowers along the road.
when we run, and only bother to look ahead,
we fail to look at ourselves, and the things around us.
we fail to see who we are, and who or what we have.
we run after so many things, but we don't know what is it that we really want, or need.
and ever so often in our mad dash,
we end up treading on those pretty flowers
and missing out on the simple beauty of life.
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