Restlessness grips me everywhere I turn these days. It is not as if I want to go back. It is more as if I want to go on, beyond the present time and space, away from the realities of the unreal world, towards the one true certainty there is. Time goes on. I wonder how much time have I left. What all am I supposed to achieve in the time there is? Who do I listen to?
I do not and cannot say, that I am not, in a sense, enjoying the fleetingness of now. I laugh, I cry, I contemplate, and I grow up. But the more intensely I experience the now, the more attached I become to it. And the more the attachment, the exponentially more the pain, and the suffering. What is the lesson? I am sure there is something profound here, that I need to know - before the time is up.
Today on Poila Boishakh, let me know what you already know Yama.
I do not and cannot say, that I am not, in a sense, enjoying the fleetingness of now. I laugh, I cry, I contemplate, and I grow up. But the more intensely I experience the now, the more attached I become to it. And the more the attachment, the exponentially more the pain, and the suffering. What is the lesson? I am sure there is something profound here, that I need to know - before the time is up.
Today on Poila Boishakh, let me know what you already know Yama.
