Behind The Mirage

The morning alarm is beginning to sound like the ticking of a time bomb. When air itself acts like a poison, I am realizing that my lungs are no more craving fame or likes in facebook or stacks of gold coins under my pillow. In his book, “Barking at the wrong tree”, Eric Barker says, “Warren Buffet is 89 yrs old billionaire with net worth of around 80 billion dollars. There is not a single thing he is not able to buy. Would you swap your life with him?... and if not, why not?” Regardless of what the world has been shouting us, our soul, deep down  can never be convinced that fame and all the riches of the world are more valuable than time. It is therefore imperative to know what the essence of the game is and more importantly what isn’t.

Everything that had shined so brightly now is beginning to feel like a terrible bait of the world. What mattered in the end was never the phones we carried, the tablets we possessed or the watches we showed like trophies. It was easy to get deluded and get things mixed up because days somehow always keeps coming- one after another without any interruptions like the next meal, like the next breath and we forget that one day they may not. It was therefore a fundamental error in our part not to be grateful for this precious, fragile gift we have been given. Our ungratefulness and stubbornness to make it tangled and twisted in every single way puts a shame when met with the fact of the fragility and preciousness of life.

We have after all too lightly signed off our freedom to things that don’t matter and by the same equation let the real theme starve. We are desperately clinging to the wrong stuffs here as if the greatest words possible to come out of throat in our grave are going to be, “See, I won, I ignored your text messages” while wearing Gucci shoes.

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