I often wonder what is the true sense of life. Is going through a well defined path(the one defined by our society) like getting good grades in school, admission in a good college, having a well paying job and finally getting married and having children. Is this all about life. Are we really doing any thing to make our lives meaningful.
I would like to like an incident, which really shakes my basic belief in life.
It was 19th of March (Thursday). I was going to my hometown. In the morning, I was told in the office by my manager that I was going to be given hike in my salary. Whole day I was thinking of my salary . I was calculating the money which I was going to get at the end of the month, the things I was going to purchase with them. Suddenly my cab stopped at one of the traffic lights and a boy aged nearly 4-5 years came to me with a bunch of pens in his hand. He had around 50 pens. I took 5 pens from him for Rs 50 and then my cab moved on. After some time a thought came in my mind, I thought that the kid won't be able to get to his home until he had sold all of his pens. And all the journey I was blaming myself that why I did not buy all the pens from that kid. At least, that night he could have gone to his house a little early. For me that money would hardly have cost any difference but to that kid, it may be.
After seeing all these things around me, I really wonder what is the real meaning of life when there is so much suffering and sorrow around. But the thought that rather than losing hope, I should continue to do my part (very little it may be), helps me to move on.
I would like to like an incident, which really shakes my basic belief in life.
It was 19th of March (Thursday). I was going to my hometown. In the morning, I was told in the office by my manager that I was going to be given hike in my salary. Whole day I was thinking of my salary . I was calculating the money which I was going to get at the end of the month, the things I was going to purchase with them. Suddenly my cab stopped at one of the traffic lights and a boy aged nearly 4-5 years came to me with a bunch of pens in his hand. He had around 50 pens. I took 5 pens from him for Rs 50 and then my cab moved on. After some time a thought came in my mind, I thought that the kid won't be able to get to his home until he had sold all of his pens. And all the journey I was blaming myself that why I did not buy all the pens from that kid. At least, that night he could have gone to his house a little early. For me that money would hardly have cost any difference but to that kid, it may be.
After seeing all these things around me, I really wonder what is the real meaning of life when there is so much suffering and sorrow around. But the thought that rather than losing hope, I should continue to do my part (very little it may be), helps me to move on.
