An Ideal Condition...

How true are the ideal condition? How important are they for the reality?

Now that we have realized, we have something to blame on we have put everything on the head of the ideal situations.

But there are times when things fall all together, and they make a pathways and other times it’s a jungle surrounding with tall grass and trees…

Only if the things were the way we wanted them we would have done what we have wanted to do?

So then again, we are not talking about or blaming fate… how much of control do we really have…

Should we ignore all our loved ones and focus on our goals… should we leave everything and just be with our loved ones… should we think about and work, earning, and saving or about tomorrow… or should we live in today…

Now standing on the peak when I look back at the valley then I figure out, I come to know this is how I should have reached here… but the way I have come is it not right…

Life is not a standard way of living, not like a formula… so you live now, you live here… and act according to the situation which is here…

But then the question comes do we live here… do we live now? Where are we? Are we here… looking at the people around me… listening to what they are saying…? Watching what they are doing…?

Or have we already created prejudice about the people…, their action… their words… are we living such that if someone walks into the room even if he does something good, we are not able to appreciate…

We don’t live here… rather we live in our minds… and we think our self as intelligent… we are into our thoughts… the tiny little world that we have created…

Every day we get up in the morning is a new day… a new life… every time we meet a new person or a same person with whom we argued it’s a new chance…

So, are not these chance and new days ideal conditions… to make things better to improve but since we live in thoughts, we miss the reality…

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