Anonymous Notes

Who is truly Happy…

My Dad once told me that the happiest man in the world most probably was a daily wage worker who had just earned enough to get thru the day and was about to go to sleep at night.

Being happy requires ‘roti’ (bread), kapda (clothing) and makan (a roof), but is that all, Well most people I see around me do have those commodities but I wouldn’t call them happy people. At the end of the day when they go to sleep they do not have a feeling of completion.

This is an unfinished journal entry that I hope to complete some day. The thoughts are there but the words I fail to say…

Moving on in Life has probably been the oldest human/Animal instinct that has filtered down the ages. People learn to do it in the face of all kinds of obscure situations. But in the end of it all these phases of transition are what makes us alive. It makes us able define a purpose in life. It is to these moments of transition which we look back and are proud of.

I feel i’m in one of those phases now. I’m sure I will be able to look back to  this part of my life and say ‘I did good!’.

Just about now it feels like I’m about to give up but I know I will wake up tommorow with a new vigour (and more assignments to do).