Amusing musty musings.

MUSINGS OF A CLUTTERED MIND I really don’t know why I am writing this. It seems to me that if my mind were able to streamline its thoughts, then I would be the greatest living genius in this world in any field of my choice. May be everybody feels this way? The entropy of my thoughts combined with the inertia of my body is the greatest obstacle to greatness. As one of the company slogans say “Tame your mind, the rest will follow.” There are times when you decide to do something and seems really great but finally thing don’t work out because of sloth. And there are times when you are busy as a bee and nothing comes out at the end. “Yesterday has been and gone, Tomorrow will I find the sun, Or will it rain.” The grasshopper was lazy but sublime genius. He realized that if lie around too long, somebody would eventually find some good in you. Don’t you think it is worth dying of starvation to do what you please? Then why study, why diligently work like oxen on the field? And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking And racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. Run and run to the sun and find that you would burn. There would not be even ashes left to thrust in the dust. Just the memory of your mortal doings which were so menial in your short stay on the globe. Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Do you remember this poem? ‘The road not taken’ by Robert Frost. Do you realize that Frost never mentions what the difference. Did he become a prince or a pauper? Anyway there seems to be no regret in the tone of this flow and hence it is assumed that the road less traveled took him to greater heights. I shall be telling with a sigh, there is no difference in the difference. Ha ha ha……