Have I stopped enjoying life?

Where have all the simple joys of life gone?
Have we just forgotten to enjoy the small pleasures?
in everything while running behind fulfilling bigger dreams?
Why don’t we enjoy the drops of rain falling on our face instead of shielding it with an umbrella?
Why can’t we find time to stop and enjoy the smell of a flower on a bush by the side of the road?
Are there any bushes left by the side of the road in this jungle of concrete buildings?
Why do we talk to everyone else on the phone for hours but can’t spare even 5 minutes for family?
Why do we talk to our own siblings through messages in spite of living under the same roof?
Why can’t we smile at strangers on the street?
Why are we so frustrated all the time?
Why do we keep ourselves occupied? To run away from the worries in life?
But then why do we look at our worries as problems? Why don’t we look at them as challenges?
Why can’t we appreciate and enjoy the colours thrown in the sky by the rising sun?
Why can’t we sing our hearts out in public instead of acting ‘sophisticated’?
What is the definition of sophistication and why is it often just all about concealing your real feelings and emotions?
Why can’t there be a single moment when we can be ourselves?
Why can’t we laugh our hearts out when our happiness knows no bounds and cry like a baby when we are very badly hurt?

All these questions and many more keep popping in my mind and I keep wondering every day…why? Why are things the way they are? Why have we stopped living life in the true sense of it? And why have we stopped enjoying it? I remember having enjoyed small moments in life as a child. But now, I have myself entered this fake world while trying to keep up with others. Am I running away from my true self then? Or have I just changed as a person, over the years? Do I still feel like hopping around when I am happy? Yes, I do. Then why is it that I don’t do it? Why does a smile still curl up on my face with the first rain? Is it true that a baby continues to live in every grown up? May be it is. Then where has the baby in me gone? May be like everyone else, even I have locked it in a small room in the corner of my heart.

Now all that matters is my career and a nice job and money. This is all I desire for. But what about my desire to let myself free? In this race to win in life, I have stopped enjoying life.