Do your best and leave the rest

I was walking by the seashore, breathing in the cool breeze of the evening. I was enjoying the breeze and also the wave at my feet. The touch of the waves made me feel like dancing according to its tunes. With its braids of gold and silver the waves seem to get ready with decorations for receiving a royal guest.

Lost in the beauty of the sea and its most beautiful wave children, I started walking. I caught sight of 2 cute kiddies building their sand house with great care. The innocent seriousness in their eyes brought a smile on my face. It seemed as though they are building their dream castle.

As a poem says, are there any differences in the eyes of a surgeon doing his critical operation and the tailor stitching his clothes? Both have the same passion for their work; the same seriousness! I saw the same dedicated look in the eyes of the kids. In some time a beautiful house started emerging out of the sand.

I have never seen a similar house anywhere else, and I doubt whether they have seen it too. They neither do know about a blue print nor architecture. They know not what creativity is and they do not care about the productivity of their work and also the result. They are kids! But what a passion they have for their work!

I doubted whether I have got a similar passion. Definitely not! Once I get a desire of doing a work, I start to calculate the cost, market, appreciation, time and lots of factors...... They control my work and not me. I can never be my own boss, though I own a concern! 

The sand castle is ready and the children looked quite satisfied with what they have done.They had not turned their eyes away till then, now they looked at me smiling on them. They smiled too.

Just then a wave came washing down their castle! After had been watching their great effort, I myself felt lost and looked at the waves with great disappointment. What once seemed to be the decorations of dreams now seemed to have turned as the destroyer of dreams.

But the children laughed aloud and went to play another game! How many of us could work so? Doing something we like the most, with lots of passion and then laugh to lose it? That is why children are seen with the joy celebrating life!

A Journey to heaven

He started his journey, as his work in his home was over. He was tired with all day's work. But still he was excited in his journey. He had nothing in his hands. He need nothing to take with him in this journey....

He was contented about his work at home. He felt satisfied that he had accomplished everything with utter perfection. his satisfaction broke into a song. He sang and moved towards a high golden gate.

The gate opened for him but there was no one to welcome him. The place was silent and peaceful and gave a mixed feeling of desire and hesitation. He had never felt such peace before. His home had been a place filled with work and noise. This silent peace made him feel as a stranger to that place.

He looked for someone to break the silence that would make him deaf. There was a little boy sitting on the top of a small dune. He went near him, and the boy asked him,"what have you brought for me?"

The boy was cute and sharp.He had a strange softness and swiftness in his eyes. His gentle smile urged his heart to hug the boy in his arms. He yearned for his touch, which his inner self said that it was why he was here. With a sense of an unknown relationship he kept a step towards the boy, when he repeated his question.

"What have you brought for me"?

He stopped and thought for a moment. He felt like giving something to the boy. He looked around and found nothing. He was reminded of his home where he had toys and sweets and dresses and many more things that he could have given.... But he cannot bring them here now! He started thinking what all he had and what all he have now.

Once he started this journey, he cannot take any physical thing. So he started to think of his abstract assets. He was a knowledgeable man. He was a man of philosophy. He had received awards and appreciations for his works and thesis.

But of what use would be such hard verses and prose to this little boy? So he tried to simplify his philosophy into a story and tell the boy. He started,"My lad, I have nothing to give you. But I will tell you a story. I will tell you a story to explain why you need to choose friends carefully...."

And the boy interrupted.... "but I don't have specific friends.... In this place all hearts are filled with love and so all are friends! Why should I choose one?"

"Okay... then.. I will tell you how to tackle problems of life with intelligence..."

"When this place is filled with love, how can problems enter?"

"Then....." He could not think of one such thing that love cannot solve! His years of intelligence and work had failed before this philosophy of Love! What is the use of tactics, knowledge and intelligence in such a place where every heart is filled with love? He was confused... Then what else could he give the little boy?

He said in a weary tone," I don't have anything greater to give you, than what you have...."

"If I ask something that you can give, would you give me?"

"Sure."

And the boy asked, " Will you give me a piggy ride on your back?"

The man was more excited than the boy! He was thrilled by his touch, as a flower blooms by the touch of the    morning breeze, he felt fresh by the touch. He surrendered himself to the boy's sweet play. His heart was filled with an unknown peace and love. He felt complete. Now he felt no longer a stranger to that place.

Yes... He never thought of the love he had- The most precious of things! The only asset that you receive more of what you give...... But this grace.... You could get it only through offering one's own self! Who is this boy who gives splendorous grace in return of  complete surrender?

And....

He felt HEAVEN!

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MEEK AND MIGHT

He , who has the softness in hand,
The softness that opens the flower
At the waking dawn of the early hour
And could close the flower at day's end,
He has the dreadful might to create a storm,
The storm, that uproots strong trees,
That makes mansions come on knees
And break every stone of it to no form.

He who decors each flower with dew
And sends a silent drizzle down,
Who hides sweet springs below the ground
And freshens the earth's day as new,
He throws the violent heavy downpour
And set the sea with its highest tide
And move rivers away from their ride
He changes the course of sea and shore.

Call Him God, with many a name
Or the nature's arrogant game
He is the breeze and He is the gale
He is the ant and the huge whale
He is the symbol of worldly truth
That anything fragile is strong underneath
Strength is given birth by weakness
Mind gains strength only at its meekness.