Reflection

It may be common for most hearing the other one inspiring you or expressing his or her own regrets by saying, ‘Why life then if such and such coveted pleasure-spices can’t be tasted? It’s to be brazen enough or diligent enough in pursuing and having the same to quench the burning desire.’

The innocent yet silly heart had the times to take it in overdose, bloated and digesting thus so far. But the starvation obsessed.  

Yet, through the folds of life patterns and backed by the tiny learning, I've now a concrete answer for it. As to test what he had, I asked the guy beside me, ‘Do you think such as the time now we share in leisure with something to drink and broach over simple matters at ease as a happy time or what is called happiness?”

He shook his head sincerely. He must have had far fancier teeming before his chasing thoughts. So I told him that I had expected the same response from him. He showed a faint pensive smile.

In gradual process the answer somehow conjured up thus, ‘Then what to be devoured as you wish? Since the infinity of time back and ahead on must be or to be the same or worse. Then what to feel seized away or missed?’

As a Tibetan saying goes on, ‘The wine (homemade grain wine) prepared by oneself has to be taken, even if it’s too sour.’  The insightful irony teaches me what lies ahead, the same monotonousness as what I do and give way to…