Logically it's death,and logic is my worst adversary...

Hello people...

I'm back again with a small something I learnt recently. Tell me...how many times have you wanted to just open your mind and just show what it has got? Life would be really simple right? Yeah...I wish that would happen here...now...

I stumbled across a small poem that I read back in school.."Stopping by woods on a snowy evening" ... I have always admired the last two lines of the poem. They conveyed a lot of meaning to me. Here is the poem for you:

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy windand downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. -Robert Frost. It is an excellent scene that would have probably lasted for say a ten minute period. The poem is so visual, I can see the poet and his horse. Wonderful poem. The situation of the poem and the way specific information is subdued makes one relate this poem to any life situation. So what is this seemingly simple poem trying to convey? There are certain statements in the first para that suggest that the author is looking at something that does not belong to him. It is ethically wrong to stare at somebody else's property. Even then, he could not prevent himself from enjoying what beauty and joy it has to offer him. Emotions are free and costly at the same time. That price we pay for wrong emotions, just suck the life out of us. There can never be claims of ownership for emotions. So enjoy whatever joy and beauty passes you. Cause in the end, enjoyment is indeed a big chuck of a happy life. I have a strange habit of looking at road trips..the journey may well be connected with life...detours,cross roads...well of course this is a very classic thought, but still I find it very convincing and interesting at the same time. So likewise, here we can see the poet is stopped by something so alluring, so stunning and so beautiful that it just makes him stop in shear fascination. In life,sometimes, such forces do deviate us. that does not mean we have to stop,just look at it, and pass by. I learnt something very recently. The real joy, is in getting down, enjoying the snow fall. Sitting fimly on the ground, experience that sweet disturbance, then go away. I believe that after this, one can concentrate on the journey and mildly forget that blissful intrusion...well at least there was a chance of experiencing it that one used wisely. We as humans, are cosmic dust. We have little to no time on this planet. No matter how famous you are, your name stands for a while, then fades into the depths of a history library. So please try to make the best of what little time you guys have on this planet. Remember...we are cosmic dust. Look up at the stars at night. You will realize how true that statement is. Dust wanders aimlessly but yet doesn't stop. So let us all try to be spontaneous and true like the dust rather than calculating and re-calculating in an effort to futilely predict the unknown future. Logical conclusions are man's best power. They gave way to proper scientific investigations. The world as we know it, is driven by hopes and logic. Two contradicting forces running a chaotic environment is just..not right. But logic does not hold true always....especially in the way humans think. There are just too many unknown permutations in thinking patterns that we can hardly predict. Logic fails...again. So I turn to good hope...again... Let us live for the present... Shall we???