Fuel Pointer

Ever been on a trip with a strictly limited supply of fuel? Your eyes keep casting worried looks on the fuel-tank pointer , and you turn your gaze hurriedly on both street sides once you pass by any settlement looking to grasp the non-existing opportunity of refueling your car.

It struck me, just now while I'm stuck in this petty situation that , outta all the things that we should be taking seriously,our concern for refueling our soul-tanks is the littlest . We tread our road of life , running very low on tranquility-fuel and hardly possessing any reserve of good deeds that will carry us on till the end. We tumble, trip ,get up, and continue through with a severed body.

Sad how we rarely pause and reflect on the somehow obvious cause of our exhaustion! Your car will keep jolting forwards and then dies once it's fuel-supply is zero.

Your weeping next to it won't make the engine roar back into life, your desperation and misery won't contribute any better to the crappiness of your predisposition. Realizing you're in some deep shit might be the trigger for you to search around for any fuel source/lift , once u find either you sigh in relief and get on with your trip.

Surely enough, the same applies for our life roads. Whenever we see that alarming lamp of fuel lightening up, we must RUSH to a fuel source (prayers), change the tires (get rid of those bad deeds and add on some good ones) and get a snack (body fuel) then get on with living a finite life.