When I was in school, during a moral science class, our teacher asked us a question, “What do you all think - is life too short or too long?”
I promptly raised my hand and said, I think it’s too long.
A lively debate ensued, and I gave a plethora of reasons for my stand. There were some who rebutted me and many who joined forces. We did not reach a conclusion, but the teacher concluded the class by stating, life is too short to learn about God, so spend as much time as you can each day with Him.
It was a moral science class, so as per norms it ended up with the matter boiling down to The Divine.
But the question persisted in my mind.
When I came home, I asked my dad what he felt – Is life too short or too long.
Dad said in his usual nonchalant way, still poring over the newspaper, with out even lifting his head from it – depends, if you have work, it s too short, if you don’t have any its long.
I thought that’s it?!
That’s all he has to voice on a question that bothered me through the entire ride from school to home?
But today when I have my both hands full of work and commitments, I feel yes, maybe what Dad said does sum up how life seems.
Here I am jostling between a job, tasks at home, my hobbies and interests. And each day I wish there were a couple of hours more in a day or some more days in the week.
Alas! 24X7 is all I got : (