On the seashore

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“GOD waits for man to regain his childhood in wisdom.”
~ Stray Birds

We all are running after the success. Sometimes it seems running after an illusion. The quest is endless. For things we run after, are they really making us happy in life? Let us peep in the society. The men with all worldly success, are they really happy by heart? May be or may not be. It’s probability. Things can give us comfort but not eternal happiness.
We may think that this is the right time to gather the things. More we have; more comfortable the life would be in later years. But can I assure that I will be alive tomorrow? Life is uncertain and things are fragile. I am working hard for frail things actually. It doesn’t mean that we don’t have to work hard. But craving for things makes us cry.
I need to learn: how to enjoy in now? And how to enjoy in little things of life? If we miss pleasure in present; how will I enjoy in future? Work for dreams with vision of future; but with a heart in present. Work hard and enjoy now.
If we have observed children’s play; do they need big things to be happy?  When they play on seashore, they gather pebbles and scatter again. They don’t know how to swim and how to sail, but still they have joy of life. Merchants are busy in business sails, divers are busy in pearl searches, but children are busy in floating paper boats and making sand castles. They don’t crave for the having. They enjoy their childish play. That makes them happy.

They are fearless. However the death-dealing waves ballads, it’s meaningless for them. They feel that mother is rocking cradle. Adversity doesn’t terror them, they have full faith in mother. Such audacity is also a play for them.   
Sometimes it seems that it’s a trap to be grown up. Let us be a little for some time daily. Play with children to lighten the heart. Worries will be faded away.  Cares will be waned away. Mind and heart will be filled with eternal joy and bliss.
Being carefree or careless; both are different. We care for the things and we invite disheartenment. By having faith in God; we can grow matured childlike mind. A child is happy and plays as he has faith that his mother is always there to care for. When I work hard and develop faith; I can enjoy in real sense.
Here is a small childlike poem. It makes us carefree:

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.

They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and smilingly float them on the vast deep. Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

They know not how to swim, they know not how to cast nets. Pearl-fishers dive for pearls, merchants sail in their ships, while children gather pebbles and scatter them again. They seek not for hidden treasures, they know not how to cast nets.

The sea surges up with laughter, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach. Death-dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children, even like a mother while rocking her baby's cradle. The sea plays with children, and pale gleams the smile of the sea-beach.

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. Tempest roams in the pathless sky, ships are wrecked in the trackless water, death is abroad and children play. On the seashore of endless worlds is the great meeting of children.

~ The Crescent Moon, Rabindranath Tagore

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So practice the faith in God. Faith in God is the only remedy to be carefree and fearless. Men can live life at fullest and play with gall by nurturing faith in heart. God is my Mother and she knows well: what to give a child and when to give a child. I don’t need to worry about it. Have a faithful life.       

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