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What can I say...

What is it about life? We smile when we don't want to. We answer questions even when our lips barely want to move. We look excited when our insides scream for some quiet. I hardly know what life wants out of me?

I am not expecting life to give me anymore than it has given me. A caring family, lovable friends, and an intelligent mind. But there is a void inside my soul, which I can't quite understand.

Man, they say, is a species that has always wanted more than he has. There is an old story that says that, when God asked man what he wanted, he said he wanted the sight of an eagle, the agility of a leopard, the strength of a lion, and the wise mind of an owl. So be it, God had said. But the animals knew what man actually acquired - the virtue of Greed!

Why am I telling you this? Well, I feel the same want. Though its not materialistic, a want is a want, none the less. I want to know what it will take to fill the void inside my soul. I want to know where I am headed. I want to know if miracle do happen. I want to be freed from all evil in mind and soul. I want to be able to heal people.

The want of a man or a woman is indescribable. It starts from infancy and continues till death. "I want...." is a powerful term. It can make or break a person. How bad is your want for love? Or how much are you willing to give for something you can't have? Some things are better left unsaid.

So what is life then? A winding journey of want? Or a blissful path of contentment? It scares me to see that people sometimes want something that is so evil that it makes my heart bleed. I see with solemn eyes, not comprehending the need for the things they do.

Next time you feel like doing something you don't want to, please stop and think why you are doing what you are doing. It helps us to understand that life is not about a pace in which it runs, but it is made up of intricately woven emotions that are sometimes difficult to understand. But if we hang in there long enough, not only do we understand its meandering ways, but we also find our strength...strength of our spirit!

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pawan said…
I feel all of your posts are driven by a common thread.. I call that thread human emotions.. People in this super fast age have lost some of those characteristic emotions making them more of machines i.e they think less and do more. Your posts show your experience over your past years in emotions and your mastery in English language. Your blog is one where the posts are to be read again and again so as to understand the content in it. Writing is a rare gift posessed only by some. And your writing stands apart. In short its enough to say that I enjoyed this post immensely. Good work!!!
December 11, 2008 at 2:20 AM
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