emosentiment

An individual is nothing but a mortal cage of a combination of bones and muscles. He is known to encase in himself, an eternal storehouse of strength, potential and power, which is unfathomable even if he himself try to explore. This is because a human soul is always on a journey, on an exploration and on an endeavor to make himself much better than before. All our efforts, our studies and our expertise is focused just on a single thing, to make ourselves better than before. In this endeavor, you have to pass through a thousand of phases, some are bright where as many are also dark enough to overshadow the brightness. A human due to these perpetual phases of light and dark, sometimes becomes perplexed about what he is and what he is not. He becomes directionless and wanders here and there in a hope that somehow he finds back his original path, the path for which he is meant, the reason because of which he exists. Life is a busy road, where each of us is like the thousand vehicl

It’s been many days that I have been feeling a lot of discomfort. Discomfort, I feel not just because of the physical exhaustion or the exertion due to extra work or odd timings at work. This discomfort is more psychological in nature. I am feeling dull and low each single moment and nothing seems to appeal me. The thing which I loved the most, my writing also fails to lift up my mood. I am just like a blob of mass and nothing more. Each and everything makes me feel irritated. The way I used to feel lively, a few weeks back, I feel no more………. Each single day, the sun rise, But no more the new day appears to be a prize… I don’t know for how long this night will stay, I don’t know when I feel like a nice bright day…… Now even words run away from me ….. I do not know how destiny would agree……

We wake up each day. We dress up, we prepare and move forward to start a new day for the tasks for which we are responsible. As we wake up each single day, day after day, there comes a point when this whole life looks like a mechanical machine. Life becomes a machine, where each single task is a cog or bolt which we tighten as we complete each single task. But, just fitting up the cogs and tightening up to bolts is not the only thing which makes the machinery running. To run a machine efficiently, there is a need to fuel it up. Fuel the machinery with a fuel, which helps it float and make it running.  We as humans, might not need petrol or diesel as a fuel for running, but:      Humans are not machines.   We can’t keep on working all the time       Even if we can work for most part of the day, we cannot just think about work all the time We work, it is fine. But we cannot work forever. Sometimes, despite all our efforts, work seems like it will never end or