What life is……..one can never understand….just when one thinks he has understood it, life serves him right…we are merely creatures dropped from heaven to get acquainted with human sufferings and ailments…for realizing the pains that can be inflicted by other human selves….we start our journey like a colorful butterfly who has just come out of its cocoon and spread its wings….after feeding voraciously on green leaves for a long period and crawling all day in a monotonous green body, the caterpillar, unaware of the calmness and the prosperity of the color, yearns for the wonderful colors it has the potential to reflect…..but soon after, it becomes exhausted of its tiring flights and approaches the end of the journey without even realizing it.
Similarly, on the way of life, we lose the brightness of the colors we initially thought would always surround us…life seems nothing but a bubble which looks beautiful and rises high…..yet it never knows, when its existence will be nothing more than a whiff which might have been a thing of joy for others but which will never be remembered once over… the only absolute way to live life painlessly is not to expect……but to keep walking……which is virtually beyond human capacity….and hence the sorrows…the scorch of the Sun shining above a passer-by is so intense that he can’t help but be tempted by a river flowing by or a tree, which, although distant in sight has a canopy large enough to embrace him…….hence deviating him from the way of life cleverly adorning it with twists and turns…..which are like the beautiful woods leading to the devil’s cave…the riddles required to be solved to reach there being the relations which unknowingly bind him and drown him into a sea of emotions from where he can neither come out nor dive deeper for the fear of losing himself altogether… and thus, he keeps floating endlessly looking for and awaiting the destination he has long lost but doesn’t admit…
This illusion, this false hope and this madness keeps him afloat…..pushes him forward with every ripple defending him from every turbulence…..to give every chance to destiny to enact what is in store for the swimmer who was once just a passer-by, who has now learnt to swim and is satiated by the worldly whims, so nothing more can tempt him….strengthened by the relations which had initially served as mere hindrances…to see the last ray of the Sun before it sets, so that those behind him don’t stop sailing….so that a passer-by keeps stopping at the bank of the river and give it meaning by quenching his thirst….so that he keeps visiting a lonely tree to take a sigh of relief in its cool breeze…so that he keeps telling his children tales of the fairy woods and not stop them from spreading their wings of imagination for the fear of the devil’s cave….so that the caterpillar keeps feeding on the leaves which would otherwise wither away and get soiled….so that the butterfly keeps soaring high in the sky and spreading its vibrant and jubilant colors…so that we can keep watching them in ecstasy hoping we could fly one day….
This is what keeps life going….appreciate every form of it…for you might not get a second chance…at least you can say you lived one of them….!
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