Treasure

Life is a mess
So be it
Who said orderliness is bliss?
Why do we wait for things to get sorted?
Are we used to waiting?
Waiting for perfect time
Perfect person
Perfect place
Perfect moment

What if perfection is myth?
Is anything perfect in this universe?
Anything at all?
These little sweet moments of happiness
May be is the treasure
We are looking for all along
They lie just below our nose
Go unnoticed, unappreciated
Simple joys, the silly ones
Where you jump like a child
Go insane like a psyc

Why are we eager to get settled?
Dream of life getting completely stable
Why is it the mind always focussed on a distant vision?
Or keeps looking in the rear view mirror
Frequently reading the precaution
That objects are more near than they appear
How can the future satisfy anyone?
If we are unhappy with the present
Knowing this very future is going to be the next present