Sometimes it is like this, Sometimes it is like that

This morning, while walking on the highway, I saw trees on both sides of the road forming a canopy above us. My mind said, " Oh! I don't need trees now. This patch should have come in the afternoon when the temperature is at its peak. 

Likewise, there are days when we are offered meals more than once, while on some days we would just have a packet of biscuits. It was interesting how, during our afternoon breaks, we would be invited by extremely warm host families who would most often ask us to stay for the day. We can't accept the request; evenings are difficult for us to find a secure, safe space to stay the night. I hear my tired mind say, where do these warm hosts vanish after sunset? 

This mindset was taking me away from the present moment and from embracing the gifts I had in the now. 

And it was later that I realized that this pilgrimage was all about being in the present. As soon as I found comfort or attachment with a person, place, or thing, it was time to move on. Attachment to the past was bringing suffering for the future.  

So the next time when the cloud came in front of the Sun to give us a little shade, or a child came running giving us a smile, or we took a little longer route, we remembered Kanti dada and with gratitude started singing- 

"Game game game life is a game. 

We came crying, crying 

We shall go laughing 

Sometimes it is like this, sometimes it is like that 

Game game game life is a .game."