Each of you reading this article
now, I am sure, must have faced one or the other troubles of life, raw and rich
in pain, anguish, anger, hopelessness, dejection, misery, gloominess and all
the negative it has to offer. Each of you had to go through certain hardships
whose depths and degrees are known no-one but you. The failures and fallacy
that had dawned upon you must have had churned your confidence and crushed your
beliefs. You slowly remember what I am talking about, don’t you? You can relate
it all to that bad time that had crossed your way sometime or may be is the
biggest rock in your path right now.
Life is not a bed of roses. Well I
would say it is a bed of roses, unless you accept that the thorns are actually
a part of the damn flower. In order to reach the sweet honey, few stings from
the bumble bee are unavoidable! Now you would say look! She is all muttering
some silly quotes to cheer me up! Aye! You may say that. That is the part of
every nonsense but necessary talk that someone does to cheer up your mood and
take you out of your despair. So I began the usual way.
Troubles! Cherish them! Not for the
pain and the agony they have to offer but for the gift of experience that they
deliver unknowingly. When a child starts to walk, or let us say when You
started walking, you must have fallen innumerable times. You must have collided
with the door and dropped on your butt! You must have slipped and landed on
your head! (Believe me people still fall even after learning how to walk!) Now look at you! Can you walk? Why? Because when you were young and you
wanted that small white car lying far from you, too far to crawl and discomfort
you knees, your mind thought of an alternative…walk! So you tried to lift
yourself, on all fours first, took your mommy’s support or may be assistance nearby,
wobbled at first, may be fell again, but walked over and grabbed that piece of
toy.
Moral of your story? You got what
you dearly wanted.
This is when you reach the toy.
Then there is another counter case where you don’t reach the toy, you try hard
but it seems to get out of the hand, rolling over farther under the sofa, as
you try to touch and grab it. Even after trying your best, you fail. What you
did then? Cry! Sadness, anguish and despair played around you. Did you give up
then? No! You told your mom to help you out. She put the broom stick under it
and pushed the toy out from the other end. Next time same thing happened as
your red ball rolled in. Did you cry again? Did you ask for help? No! You
brought the broomstick and tried to get the ball on your own. And this time you
got it.
You knew if you used your hand the
ball would have gotten off the grip and moved further, so you didn't repeat your
mistake, may be not the same mistake again. Something similar goes on when you
are all grown up. The difference is that the white car is replaced by a
girlfriend/boyfriend or that red ball is replaced by a job. The urge to get what you
want, the emotions linked with not getting it is all the same though more intense.
Being steady is not a mechanism
here in this world. The time keeps on changing with every tick of its needles.
Change is inevitable and the wheels are in motion all the time. Right now as
you read this, things are changing drastically behind you, around you, inside
you, everywhere. This time which now seems black like a dark night is simply
changing its shades from violet to indigo to blue to green and to the blooming
colors there forth. You may not notice what you are gaining out of it because
it is still small, invisible, and puny.
It will show itself on a big picture soon. I won’t say every cloud has a
silver lining. I am no philosopher or someone who has seen life from distance
and deduced its mechanism. I am nobody to explain to you the mystical
strategies and stipulations of life. I am an explorer, not even in the
supposedly midway of my trail, and I think experience has a great role in
summarizing the inference out of this long walk.
Wherever you are, on the rocks, wet
in rain, or dried under sun, it is a moment toenjoy grief, because time will
definitely come when you walk bare-feet over wet grass, under the shades and
when you do so you will remember the rocks that took you over to these grounds
and how sweet it is to taste your own sweat and get over with it. With the
umbrella of experience over you, you might even prevent the rain from wetting
you again or the sun to burn you up. If something is unavoidable, unpredictable
and not understandable you can’t let it pass through you like a ghost, haunting
you half the way. The consequence are there of course, but as far as you
control your outlook towards it, it is going to hollow you like a termite to
wood.
So guys and girls, enjoy the grief,
embrace your emotions and make peace with yourself. The time is ticking right
behind your eyes. The tide that flipped your boat has the potential to drive
you to the shore (provided you know how to swim). Enjoy your surf over the
gloom and the boon equally. You never know when the winds change their path and
drive you through the muddle.
