An extract from Sakaal Times

SAKAAL TIMES
This morning, work took me to a place where little children and old people were lying on the floor -- an unreal heat, an unreal poverty, but very real people. Three little children like little broken Christs or broken Krishnas condemned to a life that the old around them were probably waiting to end. This evening as I stood in the fire temple, I wondered, would they ever know the privilege of finishing a good day with a good bath and a good hour of worship? Prosperity, like joy, is a gift of god. But people take them for granted. Worse, they squander them. You don't know when life will end. Yet, you are unwilling to live life truthfully, in the company of god. You have god's blessings -- you have a home, a happy heart, health.
From the Torah down to every holy book, a way of life has been prescribed -- not just a way, but the way. For, there is only one way. But not everyone prays every day. How many adults even thank the elements -- earth, water, air, fire -- or the provider?  If you are blessed, are you leading your life the way god would want you to? Your heart will give you the answer in a second. If a kitchen sink, leave alone a kitchen, is an unattainable luxury for you, what will you do with life? Nothing. Poverty, illiteracy and misery are chains. You can't even dream. Even a day is far from perfect. But for many life is near perfect, we have more than we need. Does this inspire you to take a leap towards a perfect life? If you don't begin now, when will you begin? Are you allowing life to fool you? Your mind will play tricks, it will let you believe what you want, but your heart will tell you what an illness, tragedy, upheaval usually does -- it will tell you, you aren't happy.
There is apathy towards living. What a waste of life! Small things have become attractive. Big things are cast aside. They belong only to the scriptures or some forgotten time when people worshipped a god. You have it all but you squander it all. Worse, you hanker after things that are transitory; things which won't last. Lifestyles have become like a gravy that has congealed. I have an inner reluctance towards things that depart from the simple things of life. I am compelled to withdraw. If s/he doesn't put a gleam in god's eye, s/he is dust. From dust, of dust, belonging to dust. Success is no measure, because these days just about anything is successful.    Neither is happiness a measure, because these days even the most twisted things make people happy. Things are far from being perfect. Therefore, sometimes you do go down; but at least, go down fighting for what is right. And, for what is really lasting- Cyrus H Merchant
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