Has any desire been fulfilled ever? I don't ask others, I ask myself. Have I realized any desire ever? But I don't even wait to think about it. I have no time to think about the past; the future obsesses me. I am in such a hurry to reach the horizon, I do not think that I have missed this horizon so many times! There is no time to think. The hurry is such, and life is so short, and I have to run and go on running! Have I achieved anything through any desire or does frustration always come? Aren't ashes always in the hand and nothing else? But I never see the ashes in the hand, I never see the frustration. The eyes are always again fixed on the far-off horizon.
