Today me waiting at the tail end of the traffic realized how a wrong belief in our growing years effects our whole life.
"Life is a race" I and maybe many more grew up listening to this one quote.
Run to Win! Run to Survive!. So we all became a racer of an inexplicable race!
Everyone is in so much hurry, rushing from place to place without any sense of understanding. Never halting to review the road to their destination. Never questioning themselves, why is this haste? Why are we living like a pre-programmed robots?
Time was, is and will always be precious but now why do we see Time only as money? Why has peace became a secondary choice? Why can't we seize a moment from this commotion of life to witness the wild beauty of our messy surrounding. Why don't we withdraw ourselves from this never-ending race. Why do we fear living life at our pace?