Leisure

Why is Leisure so far fetched? Are we machines running on checklists? Or is it our desire to do the next big thing which keeps us running like a workaholic donkey?

I know many men who have made enough wealth to live a peaceful life, but, they are not satisfied. They are running like a headless chicken, competing with the younger generation for wealth, recognition and respect.

What about leisure, living with peace and harmony with self? Why is it that regret and fear loom only when we come closer to our death bed?

We have this one life, why can’t we live like a human and enjoying every flavor of it? How much money, wealth, respect means to us after our death?