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It's the journey...

An old saying among the explorers of the Americas says, "It is not life that matters, but the journey." But who among us enjoys the journey? We are busy deciding when, in a future date, we should be happy, that we have pushed to the back of our mind the truth that "now" we should be happy. Now, or that moment never comes.

Life is just a collection of moments, which includes this moment. If we think we'll be happy after shifting to 'our' new house or driving 'our' new car or walking on the streets of Paris or along the Thames bridge, it's just a never-ending story. 

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  1. AnonymousJuly 3, 2016 at 11:30 PM

    Yes. When traveling, I sat down on the road side katte in shiradi ghat watching the sun setting & same sunset felt so gorgeous when I was in the company of my favorite people. I just felt that the sunset was same but the company made the difference or I think I should learn the art of "being with youself".

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  2. Snippet ThoughtsJuly 4, 2016 at 5:46 PM

    All of us can "be with ourselves" and enjoy the journey sometimes, but the pleasure multiplies when we are with our own.

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