“What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows..."
- W H Davies
Not long ago, it was a common practice in schools to have exams in which you had to rewrite one of the poems in syllabus from memory. The above poem is one among them. I liked to memorize the poems, but never really cared about the meaning or the thought process behind any poem. But as I look back, I should have done that. This is one such poem which would have set a lot of things in perspective.
I have a fairly well paying job, but work consumes most of my time. Including weekends. So, is it a good practice to have a job just to pay the bills, but not have time to enjoy some things that money can never buy? Work has become an all consuming activity which goes on and on. You have no respite from it. But is work alone to be blamed. It never came chasing me. I went in search of work, and after much hard work got it. So who is to be blamed here?
The final question that we should ask ourselves is "Are we happy doing what we are doing?" Happiness should be the ultimate acid test which should determine what we really want to do.