While crossing the footbridge of Keshtopur Khal (canal), I saw this little kid insisting his mother to get him the plastic ball which was floating on the water. The plastic was glittering in the sunlight and must have been tempting to him.
His mother said he already had better balls with him, but the kid insisted he wanted this ball only. His mother tried to explain to him since the ball is in mid of sewage water if he goes to get the ball he would get surely dirty. The boy said, doesn't matter for he would take bath again.
Seeing the kid adamant, the father took him on the lap and said pointing to the ball, "Do you see, the ball is punctured. Someone has discarded the ball into this wastewater. Do you really need this useless ball?" The child thought for a moment and then agreed to give up.
Contemplating on this incident I could see myself as this kid.
This material world is more filthy than the canal, for it is full of suffering. Every moment I keep jumping into this dirty water tempted to get the glittering balls which seems to promise me with happiness. I forget, like the kid, and get fooled to believe that the next immediate allurement will give me all the happiness that the previous couldn't. I keep missing the point which the father had made, the ball was damaged and already discarded.
Prahlad Maharaj describe this state of consciousness in Srimad Bhagavatam 7.5.30