As the river of time flows and we grow old, our thoughts also change. The sojourn of the soul with life starts along with the development of the body. As we pass through different stages of physical being, the soul too travels further in realms of imagination.
Childhood is that little plant, which springs from the earth as a forerunner of the spring of life. A child’s mind is devoid of any problems and worries. He is most concerned with his toys, he is cheerful as long as his little treasures are with him. Little things bring great pleasure. Finding a little earthworm can be a great discovery for a toddler, the colored wings of a butterfly occupy his mind as something most unusual and wonderful. The sorrows and joys of a child don’t last for long, a candy but can relieve him of his greatest agony.
When the April of youth adorns the garden of life, the innocent mind leaves aside its simple tools of happiness and steps into the valley of hope and desire.
To youth’s mind, everything seems to be in reach. No mountain is too steps to climb, no valley too far away to tread. The imagination of a young mind transcends all earthy barriers and lets him wander in the moon and the stars. Youth has the warmth and glow of life. The merry songs of the birds, the murmuring brooks, the clear blue sky and the star studded night all seem to be there to provide delectation to one. Everything seems beautiful. Life is enjoyable in the true sense.
But as we continue to fly ahead, on the wings of time, the light starts to grow faint and dies away gradually. Man realizes that youth was nothing but a memory, like colors left on the fingers by a butterfly set free. All the enthusiasm wanes, the hope starts to dim down, man starts seeing everything in retrospect.
Old age is like winter with body like a tree without collage and a heart like a gray sunless sky-a cold frosty feeling. One stops to strive for things to get better. The mind starts accepting life as it is and compromise with the fate.
Now is the time to think of other realities, like the secrets of being. With the swing of pendulum, as the aging process continues, the pattern of the thoughts also moves in a definite direction. The mysteries of eternity start occupying the mind.
The river of time reaches the shore of eternity. The traveler goes back to the point from where his sojourn began, for that very point is his final destination. We all go back from where we came.
Thus goes on the circle of life.