the green grass.

have you ever wondered what might ensue if everyone got what they wanted? if every wish was granted? every whim, every fancy, every desire, craving and prayer answered and obliged? sounds like an utopian fantasy? look closer, and u realise its more like a prelude to a less appealing aftermath. if you saw glimpses of nirvana around the corner, it might just be an illusion. or a bubble.

there is an inexplicable -atleast obscure- hookup between seeking greener pastures and discontent. One inevitably leads to the other, sooner rather than later, for most of us mere mortals. why? coz we cant stop. even if we write our objectives down, neatly defined and measured. no. its not in our nature to be content -even tickled pink- and remain that way. the mind is wired to look ahead. and ahead -or even sideways for that matter- always seem to sport greener, thicker grass.


is there something amiss here, something wrong? something to be careful abt, to be warned against? is there something to complain abt? even if there is, is there a consequence? now, theres a thought.