Talk over two slices of bread

I was reminded of my resolution to remain calm and composed again. And I was reminded of the fact that I've forgotten the fact. It seems that I can be happy only when I receive an odd jolt. And then I am brought to my senses.

This time it was my collegue, Ashok, reminded me that all of us need to be living in moments and at the end of the day, assess whether we have done enough at work, whether we are safisfied.

And he said, nothing else mattered to him. I am grateful to him for telling me something that I managed to forget within a span of hours of making a firm resolution about the same.

We had a nice chat after that, in few minutes spend between me grobbling up bread and he devouring a plate of fruit.

In between he dropped some lines thus:

"Sometimes we encounter deliberate discrimination, treachery, hatred, worse treatment. But we don't care about anything at all. We shouldn't, we need not."

"So we move on, I don't care."

What about the burden that a sense of understanding drills into all of us? Is us the problem.

I think I am the problem, I have to maintain a happy mind where beauty will reign.