Today I am in a reminiscent frame of mind. The famous lines of the poet W.H. Davies , 'what is this life,if full of care,there is no time to stand and stare' keep haunting me. It appears as if every one is running, to attain his goal. You just stand at the crossing of any road of your city and observe. Multitudes of men and women,
young or old, are rushing. They don't even look sideways. Like the waves of an ocean the teeming millions are jostling and crowding.You wonder what is their hurry and why they all look dazed and stricken. If you observe their faces intently you will be amused. The contour of each face depicts the same story. They are tense and convoluted. In reality people have forgotten how to be at peace with themselves.The same sequence of events follow in the evening.. They reach home highly strung probably upbraided by the boss.There is no time to relax as they have domestic chores to attend to.
All of us have read the lines 'all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy'.This is a universal truth. Every one requires a free space to relax not only ones' body but also ones' mind and soul.Just try to laze around for a while doing nothing and you will feel relaxed and refreshed.. Withdraw your self into nothingness. .At the end of this you are bound to experience a positive energy flowing through your being! Many big establishments compulsorily send their employees on paid leave precisely to refresh and reinvigorate them. It must be understood that relaxation is not laziness.In fact a lazy person is one who has no will of his own and no provocation to enjoy the pleasures of relaxation. It calms down the stress and strain and removes all negativity.
One should know how to make the best out of oneself. Enjoy good music and good books.Learn to love the beauty of nature.I read somewhere "If you are losing your relaxation you are losing your soul". Look at the various colours of nature. Hear the sounds of nature. They will make you ecstatic.William Wordsworth's poem The Daffodils is perhaps written in the same mood.I am quoting some lines from the poem below:-
young or old, are rushing. They don't even look sideways. Like the waves of an ocean the teeming millions are jostling and crowding.You wonder what is their hurry and why they all look dazed and stricken. If you observe their faces intently you will be amused. The contour of each face depicts the same story. They are tense and convoluted. In reality people have forgotten how to be at peace with themselves.The same sequence of events follow in the evening.. They reach home highly strung probably upbraided by the boss.There is no time to relax as they have domestic chores to attend to.
All of us have read the lines 'all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy'.This is a universal truth. Every one requires a free space to relax not only ones' body but also ones' mind and soul.Just try to laze around for a while doing nothing and you will feel relaxed and refreshed.. Withdraw your self into nothingness. .At the end of this you are bound to experience a positive energy flowing through your being! Many big establishments compulsorily send their employees on paid leave precisely to refresh and reinvigorate them. It must be understood that relaxation is not laziness.In fact a lazy person is one who has no will of his own and no provocation to enjoy the pleasures of relaxation. It calms down the stress and strain and removes all negativity.
One should know how to make the best out of oneself. Enjoy good music and good books.Learn to love the beauty of nature.I read somewhere "If you are losing your relaxation you are losing your soul". Look at the various colours of nature. Hear the sounds of nature. They will make you ecstatic.William Wordsworth's poem The Daffodils is perhaps written in the same mood.I am quoting some lines from the poem below:-
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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