A struggle

Life is like an ocean of sand. It will always slip through your fingers and always slip away from you.There will, however, be a small part that stays in the palm of your hand. Be thankful for that.
Having something which is very dear to you, a precious thing which was beyond your imagination of having it, all you wish for is to keep it with you forever. Imagining a life without it is out of question. Becoming possessive, vulnerable and insecure is not under your control. You put all the efforts and never feel how much of yourself you're giving away to let that thing stay in your life.


The moment which decides it all is the moment when you realize that you're trying too hard to keep it in your life. All you realize is that your efforts are just to delay that bound to happen "exit" a bit longer. No matter what you do, it's gonna happen!

Umm..it's like holding porous sand in your fist, the tighter you make your grip, the more it slips away. Because it was never meant to stay in your hands.  It's not the sand's mistake that it wants to slip away, it belonged to the ground. 

One needs to decide whether you want to it go yourself or just wait till it slips away by itself..and that is how life is, a struggle to learn the art of letting go..


Comments

  1. Kaavish KidwaiSaturday, April 06, 2013 9:56:00 PM

    This is what happens when you rent a seafacing house....you start philosphizing about oceans and waves and tides and sand :-P

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    1. MadhurSaturday, April 06, 2013 10:23:00 PM

      Hahaha..this is when I haven't shifted yet..this is just a trailer of what's in store :P

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  2. RajendraSunday, April 07, 2013 11:49:00 AM

    A relevant question may be 'What does the grain of sand want?'

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