Grass on the other side..

Looking at the green patch from the opposite side of the road, I kept wondering how would it feel if I could actually take a stroll on it; could smell the fragrance emitted by the colorful flowers of the garden; could suck some juice from the ripe strawberries growing there! I could actually see the red bell like cherries hanging there. The swings were as if hanging down the arms of the clouds. What a pleasure it would be if I could actually rest on it, surrounded by maybe fairies & gnomes, blowing the winds now and then to pat me at my back and singing lullabies to add to the glamour of the ambiance.

I said to myself ~~ what a magical would must be flourishing there, even got jealous of the people who are actually enjoying their life over there.

And then, I settled on the favorite side of my bed and started doing what I'm best at -- complaining! I didn't even realized what an unsatisfied, all the more complaining creature I am becoming.. I know I hate myself for it but can't help it.

The outcome of the stubbornness in me led me to find a place for myself on that green patch! Voila! Complaining still works for me..!

Now that I was, where I wanted to be; the joy in me knew no bounds. I closed my eyes just to get a sneak preview of the world, I had imagined and wanted to be a part of. Then slowly I opened my eyes. The first view was quite the same as I had imagined, but slowly as I went closer and closer, I realized that the place was not actually that big a deal I had imagined it to be. The flowers and trees were almost the same as the normal ones! My senses had just exaggerated everything about here.

Is this something I was craving for so much//? I mean, its not that mundane, but its not that magical either. When I stepped in, all those fake embellishments vanished. Quite amusing!

Know what, this time when I was resigning for the day on my bed, I realized something. An old saying resonated my senses -- 'The grass on the other side is always green!' Well said, and now I have a reason to agree.

The grass is just a metaphor. Something similar to this has actually touched my heart.
And guess what, I still can't stop complaining, hate myself for it!!
(*Am I lookin forward to something else!:)