The Search...

The sun sets everyday, to let the night rule over the remnants of the time left. People go back to whatever place is home for them. To rest and rise again. Renewed and rejuvenated, for their search. But thousands and millions, live everyday without an inkling of what they are searching for. Happiness? Satisfaction? Approval? It is always just beyond the next day.. or perhaps the next turn or the next person or the next job?? How many do really find what they think they are searching for? Sometimes the air is so thick with dissatisfaction that you could cut it with a sword of unhappiness. Still we go on, running after the next assignment, the next train... How many times have we really stopped to see just how blue the sky was today in the morning? How sweet the sparrows' chirp sounded before the air was rent with blowing horns and the other man made sounds? Why don't we stop and listen sometimes to our own heartbeats? They too sing the marvelous, rhythmic song of life. But we search for things given in our hand by the Creator, somewhere else. In some one's approval... in some body's smile... always outward.. never inward. Are we actually afraid of finding something great inside us?