Today was the first day of my morning stroll.
Not the very first but hopefully the last of my many starts.
I got up at 5:30 and went out to have a stroll, a walk in my neighbourhood.
It had been many times since my childhood that my mother and father have always insisted that I get up early and start my day with some walk, exercise and all that kind of things that each parent tells to his children. But today was different. I had recently through reading Monk who sold his Ferrari by Robin Sharma. It was a great motivating book. Coming to my walk, this was with a purpose, a definite purpose to connect with nature.
As I walked out of my house the early rays of sun were out, it was fairly cloudy and it has been raining for last few days. I went to the Datta temple outside our apartments and then started walking towards the bridge. Also went to the Vitthal mandir near the river and then took a turn along the river road.
A few steps forward there was this beautiful Gulmohor tree in full bloom. The petals of the flowers of Gulmohor lay beneath it on the road. There was a beautiful red carpet that had been laid down there. I admired the beauty of the tree, the flowers, and the road which was turned into a carpet covered with the petals. Then a thought came to my mind that anybody who saw this would think that the effort of the Gulmohor was a waste now as the petals so beautiful were all scattered below, severed from the tree and they are now practically gone to dust.
But then I realized that this was there purpose as mother nature had intended. They have served the tree, created new seeds, and now as the purpose has been served they have now left the tree. Left it even when they are so beautiful. Or it could be that the tree had let them go while they were still so beautiful. How many things in life do we cling to even when there is no meaning left in them?
The death of the flower gave me a lesson of my life.
It started raining and I came home enjoying the raindrops on my body.
Not the very first but hopefully the last of my many starts.
I got up at 5:30 and went out to have a stroll, a walk in my neighbourhood.
It had been many times since my childhood that my mother and father have always insisted that I get up early and start my day with some walk, exercise and all that kind of things that each parent tells to his children. But today was different. I had recently through reading Monk who sold his Ferrari by Robin Sharma. It was a great motivating book. Coming to my walk, this was with a purpose, a definite purpose to connect with nature.
As I walked out of my house the early rays of sun were out, it was fairly cloudy and it has been raining for last few days. I went to the Datta temple outside our apartments and then started walking towards the bridge. Also went to the Vitthal mandir near the river and then took a turn along the river road.
A few steps forward there was this beautiful Gulmohor tree in full bloom. The petals of the flowers of Gulmohor lay beneath it on the road. There was a beautiful red carpet that had been laid down there. I admired the beauty of the tree, the flowers, and the road which was turned into a carpet covered with the petals. Then a thought came to my mind that anybody who saw this would think that the effort of the Gulmohor was a waste now as the petals so beautiful were all scattered below, severed from the tree and they are now practically gone to dust.
But then I realized that this was there purpose as mother nature had intended. They have served the tree, created new seeds, and now as the purpose has been served they have now left the tree. Left it even when they are so beautiful. Or it could be that the tree had let them go while they were still so beautiful. How many things in life do we cling to even when there is no meaning left in them?
The death of the flower gave me a lesson of my life.
It started raining and I came home enjoying the raindrops on my body.
