June 21, 2013



June 21, 2013

Contentment is an art, for it asks for contrast; utter rest in the midst of activity. Rest comes with space and space comes when there is somewhere to go and be on my own. That space is inside me. Contentment is like an underground river whose course just cannot be daunted. On the surface, people are stamping, pulling, pushing; the ground is cracking or left derelict but underneath, the river is flowing, constantly refreshing. Today let me enjoy the art of contentment by taking rest by my inner river.


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