Lost in the whirlwind of life, I was sitting by the open
window thinking on the direction or lack of direction of my life. A fly was
spatting around aimlessly, settling sometimes on the window pane and sometimes
trying to battle it out with me to find its place on the tip of my nose. It
seemed like the fly was aimlessly wandering around, but then the then seemingly
impossible task of defeating my irritable hand defenses to a coveted place on
my nose was a challenging task. With its zeal and enthusiasm, it finally won
and I was happy to let it have its way, for I knew that after a few moments it
will get over this win and go on looking for some other nose to add to its list
of accomplishments.
But then what? It goes from one nose to another.. to some
more difficult noses..accomplishing some more impossible tasks. But, does it
ever find that ultimate accomplishment, which satisfies it to life? Or does it
keep wandering till the run tires away the life from it?
Do we find that one accomplishment, that one moment that
sleeps us to a life of contentment? Or do we also just keep squatting around in
search of that true satisfaction?
