Elusive...

My spirit flutters its wings noisily, restless under the numerous chains of doubt hindering its flight. When can i break open the shackles which lie between me and unbounded freedom..estatic happiness..the mellow warm feeling of contentment and achievement..Aahh achievement..this word so elusive...its limits so deceptive..its expanse so far-stretched like the horizons of the sea..we grope around in the darkness to get a touch of its dazzling light...to hold the sense of achievement in our fist only to find it drifting away from our reach like clouds of smoke..why does the human spirit with its uninhibited enthusiasm seeks goals beyond its reach, spins brilliant dreams which make It feel exhasuted and subdued...why do we feel we can grow the wings of talent and labour to beat the mounting deadlines, to suppress the monotony, to race past all the bars placed on the track...only to find we are a lil past where we started.
Why does the light at the end of the tunnel look so alluring and unknown..why cant i find a reasonable goal for myself? why cant i find an unreasoanble one which will not look unworthy once i reach it?

I look at the setting sun from the lonely beach..where is the other end of the sea....Should I set sail in search of some other anchor? Or, should I take off for the night sky, to go pluck out the twinkling stars and sprinkle them over the water ripples...?

Can i come back to this safe known coastline?