by Sathish Govind
As the clock ticks relentlessly, I find myself contemplating whether the long-cherished aspirations of my life will ever come to fruition. Time, a silent observer of our endeavours, seems to leave its mark on the spirit, reminding me of unfulfilled desires, lost opportunities, and the elusiveness of clear vision.
As I approach the twilight of my journey, I ponder how long the path ahead must be before I glimpse the light at the tunnel’s end. Yet, lurking beyond this uncertainty is a deeper fear — that all effort might amount to nothing. Still, I find resolve within; to retreat now would betray the essence of striving, even in the face of mounting odds.
I hold fast to the belief that the Divine works in ways that often elude human comprehension, where progress is neither predictable nor linear. Each obstacle, each setback, may hold a hidden purpose and, though unseen, propel one closer to a greater end. Such is the paradox of spiritual pursuit: an uphill battle fraught with struggle yet imbued with the promise of grace.
The ancient scriptures declare that the ultimate goal of all existence is to realise God — a seemingly unattainable summit yet one that paradoxically lies within reach. Difficult because so few attain this sublime state; simple because it requires the subtlest shift — a recognition of what has always been present.
In this realisation lies the supreme truth: our spiritual destination is not a distant place but a forgotten essence. What remains is to awaken to it, to open our eyes to its nearness, and ultimately to merge with that which is timeless and eternal.
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