The precious diamond is within you, but you run after the broken glass-pieces in vain.
Even so, the ocean of bliss is within you; the fountain of joy is within you; and yet, you run here and there in search of it.
The Sun of suns is ever shining in you, but your blind eyes cannot behold it.
The eternal sound is ringing within you, but your deaf ears cannot hear it.
Go wherever you may, to Gulmarg or Pahalgam in Kashmir, to Darjeeling or Simla, to Vienna or the Alps.
It is all the same.
You will not find any real rest.
The charming scenery may soothe the retina for a second.