The Next Breath is Uncertain
“I’m sad" I said to no one in particular not knowing my mentor was right behind me. “My son, why?" He asked “I dunno, I dunno why I I..." I stuttered “I know why you are sad son" He cuts in, in his usual grandfatherly voice “How" I said "how could you possibly know why I am sad when I am yet to figure it out” And then he launched into a lengthy one "Life becomes sad when you expect too much; you cannot fill a cask with the juice of a single grape. When you expect too much from a situation, the little you get seems like nothing" he paused, coughed and continued "Aspire, desire my son, but do not forget that even the next breath is uncertain" He patted me on the head and left.