"The only question to ask yourself is how much are you willing to sacrifice to achieve success?"
A simple quote with the most difficult question, exactly how much and for how long, and where will it end .
In todays world where everything is made up of a rapid fire round, we make innumerable sacrifices in order to run after life , the life which comprises of an office , a computer, innumerable shifts and a tired evening..wait! Is there something missing? No, nothing at all, we end up going home with our pockets loaded, at the end of the month.
There has to be something which is missing ..let me help you out.When you reached home did you ever notice the void that has taken birth in your rooms, did you ever notice that your kids slept while waiting for you to come back, or did you see the unexpected expectation in your wife's eyes , the pain in her heart , the longing to talk to you, to tell you that your daughter scored well or your son got selected in the basket ball team, theres another room in the house , the one where expectations rise and become dormant , because of the fear of being too intrusive.This very room belongs to your parents..the people with unconditional love..all that they want is a bit of time.All that everyone wants in this house is a bit of time.But time is falling short of itself because today, man has turned into a machine.
Its a robotic life..get up at 6:00, get ready, have breakfast or skip it , get out of the house, deal with the traffic, reach office , work...work...work...get ready to leave at 6:00 , deal with the roads and get back tired. Who has the time to think what is being expected from them ..money is important..its for the family by the end of the day. But what if they are not happy inspite of all the luxuries that you pay for ? Simply thankless aren't they ? Whose got the time to listen even if they want to thank you.
Life has turned into a whirlpool and in order to keep in pace with its speed we have to lose track of all that exists in it ..eveything gets blown away , everything gets flushed out, its just we and our struggle.
Is this what we call life , I am scared to give it the name. A beautiful flower with no pettles, sun with no rays , sky without the depth, mind without its thoughts, love wthout happiness and wroth without a reason.
Life has materialised into a perfect void, which could only be filled if we start thinking , start realising how important relationships are, how important it is to just talk , talk about nothing in particular with the ones we love, with the ones who matter, with the ones who are always there inspite of our recurrent absence.
Life is not a racing track , its a priority, its not a race to be won but a game to be enjoyed.