Titleless Life !

So what is life and what does it want?

Is it kind of a flying machine ? Flies all the way to different lands looking for a resting abode. A place where one can sit and Njoi ! Njoi living life ? I don't know; but the problem is one feels one is always flying; the resting abode is too distant and too far away. Some say that's good; how on Earth will you realise your full potential if you start resting and don't fly ? Some say its bad; I mean do you really wanna be a flyer, why not just rest and have fun resting when everyone around is going mad just trying to fly ? What does it want ? even more difficult ! Which resting place does the flying machine want ? Aha ! Blessed are those who know ? As for me I have never discovered the answer to that question !

Is it a clock ? Keeps on moving ticking away slowly. Minutes becomes hours; hours become days ...... and finally grows into something huge. Just ticks away slowly , every moment walking by . You don't even know what you are losing leave aside gaining (again gaining is a pleasure of the blessed few) ; I believe you are born to loose ! There are times when the battery runs out and you stop for a while ; lost in a dreary place with your own fears, thoughts, uncertainties. Someone comes along; changes the battery; gives a push ; brings you up to pace with the world ; and you start moving again ! And what does it want ? What doe a clock want ? It just wants to show you how you are losing time and how you have no control on the passage of time ! Just shows you how you can just not go back and try changing something ! Helplessness in accepting the movement of time ; does life want us to believe that.

Is life like a printing press ? Prints new jobs, new colors every day. Changes the whole paradigm of colors in hours. Has occasional breakdowns ; again when you need external help ! Tries to create records occasionally when things are in control and challenges are less. Tries to manage at other times and run slower when challenges are manifold and jobs are difficult to print. And limps when it is too tough to sustain momentum and when everything in the whole is against it ? More the colors more the complexity in a printing press ; more the variables , more the complexity in life !

I don't know what life is closest to and what it wants ! Just go on; and whenever you find out ; please let me know !