WHAT A WASTEFUL DAY, WHAT A WASTEFUL NIGHT!
Every day I say,
I will do this
I will do that
Every day I do the same, nothingness
Next day I say,
I will do this
I will do that
Every day I do the same, nothingness
then the next day I say,
I will do this
I will do that
Tomorrow I will do this
Tomorrow I will do that
Then tomorrow comes
and then...
Then every tomorrow I do the same, nothingness
Then the next day I say,
Tomorrow I will do this
Tomorrow I will do that
Then every tomorrow I do the same, nothingness.............
I wonder what's wrong with me?
I for sure don't know what's wrong with me...
But for sure something is wrong with me
Something hugely important
Something of immense immense importance is wrong with me
Time, the most valuable thing in life
I waste
I waste
I waste
So sad that I can't stop wasting time...
Time which will never come back...
From where ever its been gone
Time, which will never come back...
f the fact that
I waste that time
I wish I will stop
Stop wasting my cherished time
My valuable property
My most important thing in this life
In only one life...
I keep wasting...
I am aware of the fact that I am wasting my time...
But I can't stop...
Oh! how I wish that I would stop
Wasting my time...
But I can't...
It's become an addiction
Like people on their phones
Like people on social media
like people on Instagram
Like the addiction of drugs
Like the addiction of alcohol
I have none of that...
But still waste my time
I don't know how?
But I know I waste a hell of my time
Then I say,
Tomorrow I will do this
Tomorrow I will do that
But then tomorrow I do the same
Nothingness.........
One day I realized that while I was with a very successful business man, a friend...
I realized that I while I was lamenting about the demise of the world, the wars, the persecution,
of innocent people, killings, murders, corruption, political turmoils, climate change, sex trafficing,
hunger in the third world, persecution of Muslims in Kashmir, China, Afghanistan, Western world,
Arab world, poverty, floods, lack of respect for the artist, every other problem in the world,
HE KEPT COUNTING BUNDLE OF HIS MONEY...JUST NODDING HIS HEAD ONCE IN A
WHILE AS IF HE WAS PAYING ATTENTION TO WAHT I WAS SAYING BUT HE WAS
COMPLETELY OBLIVIOUS ABOUT WHAT I WAS SAYING....
AND I REALIZED HOW I WAS WASTING MY TIME
HOW I HAVE WASTED MY VALUABLE TIME
TIME WHICH WILL NEVER COME BACK
AND HOW I MUST STOP WASTING MY TIME ON PEOPLE LIKE HIM WITH SO MUCH
MONEY...MONEY WHICH COMES EVERY DAY UNLIKE TIME, WHICH NEVER COMES
BACK....MONEY FOR BUSINESS ALWAYS COMING BACK....BUT TALKING TO MONEY
PEOPLE WHOSE CONCERN IS NOTHING BUT MONEY, THAT TIME, TALKING TO THEM
THE MONEY PEOPLE WHO HAVE NO OTHER CONCERN THAN MONEY....
THAT WASTEFUL TIME, THAT PARTICULAR TIME...WHAT A WASTE OF THAT
CHERISHED TIME OF MINE...
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