My job is to bring new hope for people whom I come across daily, however small it may be. Number of people I come across daily are getting lesser and lesser, as I am getting older. If I fill up all my time with duties, I suffer from some kind of suffocation. All my thoughts seem to get buried underneath. So I need to keep myself somewhat free. But that is not always possible. So at times I am forced to suffocate. Doing something out of a sense of duty could never motivate me. If I at all have to do something, it has to come straight from the heart, giving me delight and joy.
I have tried a lot to keep myself tied up with duties. Then I feel like a caged bird. My mind wishes to flutter its wings in the open sky. But my sense of responsibility prevents me from doing so. Two entirely different forces keep me pulling at opposite directions. I find it so very difficult to manage both ends. Never have I been able to make anyone understand this tussle.
Possibly my mind is like the clouds in the sky, always drifting from one place to another. But like cloud, I must bring rain in other people's lives. There is one thing I need to tell everyone around me. If you can do a job yourself, do it yourself. Don't call me. If you can't do it, or can't do it alone, call me. I may come handy. But please always let me know what you are doing. My advice may be helpful. I can do brain work with ease than manual work. That is my way of doing things, my way of fulfilling my responsibilities. Also, at times I need to conserve my energy for the more important occasion.
Most people do not seem to appreciate my way. I feel so helpless at times.
Translation into English based on the Bengali works (essays) of Rabindranath Tagore Tweet Subscribe to Tarry A Little by Email
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