Living in the present doesn't fascinate any more. And the
not-so-proved ability of time to mend things in another due course of time
seems questionable. But there still is one tranquil thing that calms waves
inside you, the thought that from this point on, things can’t get worse. When
everything is already at the apex of a mess, there is only direction they can
move in now, getting better. Everything happens for a reason, but, by now,
haven’t we all realized that this bloody life is too short to comprehend the
hidden reasons every time? I mean, at the end of the day, the deeds are human,
the expectations are human, the heart is human, we are humans. And no amount of
Godly anticipation can ever overlook this fact. In the world we live in,
everything is limited. And it is not the inadequacy of resources of nature that
demands attention but the exhaustive tendency of resources of mankind. Love, care, and the
power to understand. The fundamental resources of mankind. I don’t say that
these resources have decayed over time; I rather say they were and they are ‘limited’
to emphasize their incomplete availability since the beginning of the human
era. Not obviously visible though, there is some degree of constraint that these
attach to their otherwise boundless flow. Not much in the temper of going into
the intricate details of this, I randomly switch to what’s beyond the
discontentment. What queues up when these resources fail to sustain a person’s
emotional survival? In utter disappointment too, what is it that you keep
struggling for? Life. Just one more second to live before you die? Okay. Now
another one? And one more? and more and more. If one comes to think of it, this
sudden eruption of the want to live is, in fact, ironical because the only
thing you had ever wanted while you were alive was death. For no matter how
much you deny, you never really seemed content with all what you had and all
what you were. Then why the hell do you crave for each passing moment when
death approaches? Is it the distinction between hell and heaven that you were
made to believe in, in your primes? Or is it the mere thought of life after
death that scares the shit out of you? In the first place, let us just discuss
why are we even afraid of death? Ever thought that life could indeed be
superior up in there? They say,’ bless you my child, may you live a thousand
more years’. I say; if you love me truly, wish me death.
But no, not everyone is afraid of death because of the probable
reasons stated above. I have some more to raise my hands on, some more to point
my fingers to. With this confused state of mind, isn’t it easily understandable
that you might never have realized the reason of your very existence? How many
of us have a clear proposal of why we ever were born in the first place, when
millions of them, supposedly like us, already existed? If studying class by
class and then being paid decently was the sole motive behind your being thrown
on earth despite the existence of many, then probably I would have solved the
purpose better than you, and you, therefore, would not have been considered
necessary at all. You have a special
purpose. And when that gets defeated, death seems untimely. Look beyond the obvious-looking-default
reasons. I know we all must have felt this, but have we ever made a person
realize that his presence is felt and that, absence even more? This was your
purpose of being alive. Ever told a person you love him without expecting an affirmative nod in return? This was your
purpose of being alive. Ever even thought of fighting the good fight with the
world instead of fighting with your own inner self just for the sake of
convincing somehow? This was your purpose of being alive. Instead of defying
the purposes, live up to them. Isn’t it ironical, again, that we spend our
lives not doing what we really aspire to, and later repenting that we did not
do what we aspired to. A slap on both the cheeks. And the worse, with our own
hands!
It is not the life after death that you are afraid of (you
might not even be convinced if there is any), but the truth that you disobeyed
the Holy Spirit in your first life. What do you confront him with, now? Isn’t
life cruel enough to bother about the whipping part? Can we, for a change, take
charge of the remaining?
Be sure, there is life after death. Be sure, you will
have enough time then to live like the dead. Be sure, the period would be
sufficient. Be sure.
For no one is sure of how much time you will be required
to wander like the dead, but one is quite certain that you have not much time
to spring like the animate.
Awaken. Awaken. Time is malicious and death is
approaching to tutor you the meaning of
life.
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