Untiring

Past couple of weeks I was on the road. Traveling, again sightseeing, checking out places. Shopping was inevitable and so was late night wakefulness. Neither any amount of sleep nor food had done a great justice to bring me back to the full enthusiasm equivalent of the day bygone. I seemed to lack something. Travel or schedule wasn't packed to the full, either.

I saw many faces, many people, families, groups and sea of people at most touristic places in the world. If anything I enjoyed besides walking, getting rattled whilst being lost in navigation during travel were toddlers, infants. I dote these little creatures.
Toddlers, I wish I can weave my thoughts for these enthusiastic folks. They are unstoppable with their cries, energy, wails, countless attempts, reticent smiles. They are going to do anything, everything within their reach. They never seemed fulfilled with any action, however small or big its might be. Their tiny little hands racing, eyes scanning surrounding, tiny palms pattering parents, fragile legs weak yet strong enough to carry their weight for awhile, no longer. Nothing is new, yet, every move is afresh. Gibbered, indiscernible, incomplete sentences flowing, fully intent to convey thoughts, in vain. They want to utter so many things yet can't speak any tangible string of words from their tens of thoughts. Their eyes beam with an unimaginable spark, often accompanied by impromptu laughter.
 
New day, same mountain of efforts are pulled out from their paraphernalia. They are untiring, stubbornly relentless that parents start scolding and not let them go for another fruitless voyage. There's an unending fountain of verve in these, one which I dream everyday for, to be tapped, to have self fresh and motivated.