Bed of Roses is No Bed of Roses

It has been bugging me for a while now. This nagging feeling… of getting it easy. Easy is not easy after a while. On the surface, it would appear that a life devoid of complications and struggles would be an ideal and desirable one.  But really, is it so?

When life gets into a comfortable rut and there is nothing exciting to look forward to, life energy gets drained out. It is interesting to note that labourers working on the road in scorching heat, farmers in the field and people who work hard, just to have two meals a day never seem to be out of that ‘spark’ or life energy. You will see a twinkle in their eyes. It’s the listless and bored people of well-off community who go into depression.

Sometimes I feel depression is a luxury disease that only people ranking high in hierarchy of needs can afford. This is not to offend or mock people who suffer from depression. I myself have seen highs and lows of life in quite some details.

I know people who don’t need to do anything for survival and they can sleep all they want, but the problem is that… they can’t. Not even the healthy amount. And the sleep a labourer will have after a hard day is nothing but a distant dream to them. It never ceases to amaze me how God or Universe, whatever you may call it, has made everything so ‘balanced’ in its unique way.

The money, the recognition, the reward, the sleep that you ‘earn’ by really working with all you’ve got is what you cherish the most. The taste of water you drink after running a few kilometres in desert in simply beyond words.

So, it seems we need to have a sense of ‘mission’ to get that adrenaline flowing. We do know at an abstract level that we are but a tiny speck in the scheme of things. Even then, self-worth and accomplishment are not only hard to beat, they are necessary for a healthy survival. Perhaps this has been coded into us this way so that we can contribute to the Universe in our own way.

“Wow! I contributed this!” is one of the “high”-est emotions a human can feel!