Acceptance, in daily life, IS the hardest ordeal in human life. The mind devices the objectives everyday and a successful accomplishment of the 'to-do' list brings immense satisfaction and even greater, brings in the hope that your long term goals will be met someday in the future if the completion of the tasks are to the expected level of performance. But why does it become so hard to digest the fact that you are no way closer in everyday affair itself. Accept the reality that you are not in any good position in clinching the title leading to the ultimate, the image of which lies somewhere in the subconscious mind. You tend to question, whack your thinking part of brain with questions like - Why did i do this? Do i like doing this? What made me to this? Where am i heading and the question that tops everything. Will I ever be happy by doing this and that?
The journey begins with the idea of happiness, don't-know-how-but-gotta-have-it-somehow. Misery is not what is acceptable, at least not initially. You can be optimistic, will be optimistic because you've heard people around you say it all the time and have fed yourself with it and nothing else but it. Optimism, an idea thats based entirely on hope and hope is not based on any analysis or calculation. Interestingly, it is based on the thought that bad times can not rule for long. There should be a brighter side somewhere and that somewhere is close. There should be a godly power that would rescue you from everything wrong that is happening and the power of the universe shall lead to the door that one is seeking. The entire journey is spent and when you do not find what you wanted, at least in your mind, in the speculated timeframe, you try to show the world that a lot has been learnt from the journey. The experience will help next time if confronted with a similar situation but what when you never face a situation that would even resemble a percent of the earlier situation?
When the imaginary point of solace that you have been looking for seems distance away, so away, that you realize there's not enough energy or motivation to carry you ahead, you let it go and see things differently. You never gave a thought on the journey itself, blinded by one thought that was lingering in mind through out. "I think that's what i wanted and I think I will be happy and satisfied when i reach there". The journey is forgotten, you have got what you 'thought' would make you happy but what makes you feel you still have nothing. What did i do all that for? Everything that i've done so far, does it hold any good? The feeling of loneliness, helplessness sinks in and you find there's no one to get you out of there but yourself. Restructuring your goals, forgetting everything and this time not with the thought of reaching where you want to but with no thoughts at all more like a rambler.
So you now know why taking a walk back home is more meaningful and enjoyable than taking a walk away from home.
The journey begins with the idea of happiness, don't-know-how-but-gotta-have-it-somehow. Misery is not what is acceptable, at least not initially. You can be optimistic, will be optimistic because you've heard people around you say it all the time and have fed yourself with it and nothing else but it. Optimism, an idea thats based entirely on hope and hope is not based on any analysis or calculation. Interestingly, it is based on the thought that bad times can not rule for long. There should be a brighter side somewhere and that somewhere is close. There should be a godly power that would rescue you from everything wrong that is happening and the power of the universe shall lead to the door that one is seeking. The entire journey is spent and when you do not find what you wanted, at least in your mind, in the speculated timeframe, you try to show the world that a lot has been learnt from the journey. The experience will help next time if confronted with a similar situation but what when you never face a situation that would even resemble a percent of the earlier situation?
When the imaginary point of solace that you have been looking for seems distance away, so away, that you realize there's not enough energy or motivation to carry you ahead, you let it go and see things differently. You never gave a thought on the journey itself, blinded by one thought that was lingering in mind through out. "I think that's what i wanted and I think I will be happy and satisfied when i reach there". The journey is forgotten, you have got what you 'thought' would make you happy but what makes you feel you still have nothing. What did i do all that for? Everything that i've done so far, does it hold any good? The feeling of loneliness, helplessness sinks in and you find there's no one to get you out of there but yourself. Restructuring your goals, forgetting everything and this time not with the thought of reaching where you want to but with no thoughts at all more like a rambler.
So you now know why taking a walk back home is more meaningful and enjoyable than taking a walk away from home.
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