Thoughts for the day: Motive, drive, effort

There was once a young bird. Everyday, it flew miles and miles flapping its wings strongly, against torrents of wind, just to reach to the far end of the world so that it may be with its mate. Although it had to return to its nest at the end of the day, it felt it was worth the while...



Then one night, it flew back to the same place... But all it finds is the chilling breeze, stalking shadows of the trees, and an unpleasant quietness.

It stalled at the familiar branch for a long while.. Eyes darting to the source of every sound it hears.. It feels the void forming within, the darkness that slowly consumes the warmth of its beating heart..


That night, it took the bird the longest time to reach back its nest. Sitting within the confines of the dead straws, it peered into the night with its lonely eyes. Slowly, slowly.. it fell asleep...

From then on... Nothing felt worth the while anymore.. nothing felt the same... every thing seemed like a fleeting memory of the past, and along with its drive, the emptiness took away its motive of life...