A moment at a time

Life is beautiful. It’s a blend of all the colours in the spectrum. Sometimes it’s a crimson red, sometimes a brilliant blue and sometimes a mellow green. At times it looks opaque while there are times when it is devoid of colour. Of late I have learnt the art of enjoying every moment of it. But sometimes I feel it does get a bit strained. With all the competition in the world and the quest to stay ahead in the rat race, life loses its sweet taste. We try to gulp down life instead of savouring it.
There are times when I am driven by a strong urge to drop out of this stupid race. I wish I could travel like the lone ascetic, the only difference being that I would like to do it with my pockets full. Is it unbecoming of me to think in such a fashion. Am I fragile? I feel that I am missing out on the softer and cuter moments of life, moments that make life worth it. But then again they say what is life without a challenge. Quite true. It’s a catch 22 situation. You cannot run from it and you cannot embrace it. The more I try to unravel the mysteries life has to offer, the more I get stuck in the maze. So now I have decided to take it slow, a moment at a time. It’s so much easier that way.