Something to Embrace

The clock ticks. Destiny gives the fated moment. She breathes. The angels sing. She cries. One of them talks.

"Dear, your life is not an accident. Your existence has a reason. And you'll find that soon enough. You'll decipher that anon."

She opens her eyes. The light passes, she sees the glow for the first time. She hears them laugh, a sign of being in a profound bliss. She stops crying. She feels warm; the flame of love supersedes the downpour outside the hospital. That moment, she learns to smile. That very second, she starts bearing a cheerful spirit in her heart -- the one her eyes reflects no matter what happens.

She grows. Treating happiness as her twin sister, she enjoys everything that life has to offer -- even the smallest parcel. She sees every incident as God send. She perceives every bit of all she has as heaven's boon. She relishes her world so much -- every shred of it, either good or bad.

She never fails to accept the wind's decisions. She treasures the good memories without asking nothing more and nothing less. Million of miracles, she believes, are being delivered down to this world from His paradise each day and a person is blessed enough to catch even a piece. She also adores the scenes where she is in hapless cases. For her, night comes to make the stars shine and rain falls to keep the clouds white.

In paradox with her belief that she was destined to laugh, she strongly believe that people are not bound to face the prophecies written at the surface of the stars. Humans were made to change the things that are meant to befall. And this is where her problems lie. This is where sadness introduces itself.

"Is there anything that can measure the amount of foolishness a numbskull has?" She keeps on asking this to herself. From time to time, it makes her lonely that the world seems uninterested with her. It enfeebles her to realize that the world does not want to give her the love he expects to receive from it. The outside place is too far from the zone she cherishes, it is too different from their home.

Nobody seems to care about her feelings. No one bothers to see her soul. For so many times, she gets hurt just because of people who fails to notice that she also have emotions and sentiments. There are nights when she decides to become taciturn when the morning comes. However, she is really incapable of being cheerless.

So, to make things clearer to, she build a wall that separates her from the world. She creates a space to keep her away from the ones outside the safety of their home. She spends time doing things that can make her whole again -- reflecting, learning.

Finally, she fathomed how lucky she is from just being herself. She weeps, whines and feels sorry for herself at some point but, at the end of the day,  she manages to smile. She is not safe from the pangs of pain but she still lives fain. She dies but she easily lives again. She is incomplete but things around her completes her. She gets lonely but God provides the tools each time she needs them to be happy.

Being in mirth is not a curse but a gift. She is blessed enough to have a deep stream of happiness.

[January 2013]