Life is a teacher no matter how philosophical it may sound but is true. Right from the childhood, either we are self content and well provided or we just cover the needs with a sublime covering of the future. The growing stages of life also takes us through the forest of experience. Some we put it in our hearts and accept them as the companions for the journey. Others we might consider as a stumble upon the way, at times it may just give us the wake up call to be alert, at times it might just throw us on the ground and bruise the false belief of a shield. Maybe its just a matter of opinion. What would be your highlight ? The cursed stone you stumbled upon or the experience you got ?
I used to think that I have the most extra-ordinary life. That was till I met the extra-ordinary people. Then i realized that time has tested nearly everyone and I am another one among many to pass it. As I entered the next phase, I was introduced to a chapter everytime. I have a bag full of such experiences. Not that I didn’t have my embarrassing, some I wish my mind doesn’t remember, the ones when the heart detests. I have experienced a broken faith. A moment when the dreams are shattered. Ironically the previous line is something I used in my poems. Life gave it an existence.
So far I was content with the way everything was going on in my life, until I stumbled. So big was the stumble that I dropped the crystal of faith from my bag and it broke into pieces. When I came across it, it said it was looking for someone to walk the journey and I was appallingly glad to have a companion. The tiresome walk of life gave us the shelter of an accomplice. And we were more than glad, even ended up making promises like rainfall. Later just remembered that it rained but have no clue where the water went. Coming back to the crystal, my faith was broken, my beliefs were shredded. The eternal vows remained in the rugged path. Man has lost the syndrome of care. The voice within reminds of just another step when the legs don’t live with you anymore.
I started coming across more people on the path and started sharing acquaintances. Everyone had their story to tell. Everyone had a bag on their back. There were none who didnt take the fall. I was not alone. The crystal was just the additional weight that reasoned my stumble. The devil wanted me to give up the journey, I ended up giving it back nothing. Afterall the greatest trick that the devil pulled is in convincing people that he doesn’t exist. The devil took days to build the faith on the crystal and to teach a lesson, life broke it in a moment.
