What is this life if full of care..

When I resigned my first company.. I wrote a goodbye message with a story :

It went something like this:

"Every morning, when the sun rises, a deer wakes up knowing it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning a lion awakens knowing it must outrun the slowest deer or it will starve to death. So, it doesn't matter whether you are a deer or a lion, when the sun rises in the east, you had better be running "

Everyone is a either lion or deer ...

Having_ burdon of thousands of responsibilities, Chasing up the goals, fighting to grab the opportunities,

Running miles away for bread and butter, Killing your self to be better and better...

"An animal with no satisfaction in life : is a Humanbeing" Working 12 hours .. travel hours in a day .. weekends spent with office mobile and laptop.. really am I a deer or a lion ? always struggling for the best future. I forgot about my past for a while and loosing the beautiful moments in my life .. "

Hang around with friends .. Painting the imaginations on canvas... Playing with mud for beautiful creations.. Waste hundreds of papers to write a wonderful poem... Talking to cats ...Fight with doggie.. Keep waiting for rains ... Days to go for treks ... Wake up with alarm by real chirping birds ...live with music ...dream the future and laugh on when comes back to reality... fly with birds and swim with fishes ... How fishy my life now ...

Look at me , I am reading the books to learn how to smile. Following 100 rules to be happy and to be positive. Still I am not the one what I used to be...

My life asking me to stop for a while and breath deeply though mind.... laugh though heart ... pamper my brain ... Soothe my eyes and ears ...Wake up with new dream and walk with reality ...

I do not need the books to learn all the things , I just forgot my past.

I was going though my old diaries and found some beautiful lines "What is this life if full of care.. we have no time to stand and stare ?". A beautiful poem by Leisure by W. H. Davies.

What is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare? No time to stand beneath the boughs,And stare as long as sheep and cows: No time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass: No time to see, in broad daylight,Streams full of stars, like skies at night: No time to turn at Beauty's glance,And watch her feet, how they can dance: No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began? A poor life this if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare.

I think I should not run, should not hide, should not resolve, should not decide. Just cease doing whatever it is I do, Let me see do I meet myself again ?