Is it the only way?

How easy it is to get lost among the millions like us. The ones better than us, they forge their way ahead pushing us into obscurity of nothing. We try to build a life like the ones we wish for. We try again because it is never the first time we make it. We try again because the second time we are suppressed by the ones who notice our goodwill and seek advantage of it and see it as a threat to their making it big in life. But we happily get out of their ways because we doubt in our own selves and confide in them. Because they sweat confidence, so much confidence that we think they are better than us and we would anyway ruin our opportunity if given one. We think we are born to be kind, to be generous, and to be nice even to the ones who stab us, not in the back but right in the heart. So we bear the pain, we mourn for ourselves, we cry but stay silent because we believe complaining for it will make us look weak. We get up, smile in the mirror and get back to what we think we are meant to do – be slaves to the people superior to us or to everyone because we think everyone is better than us. In midst of all the randomness in life, we fall in love, we fall in love with someone so much that the way it should be loved feels no bound. We put ourselves in the soul of our beloved. We live for them, we seek pleasure and pride for the very first time in our lives, thanking God because being able to love is a merit in itself.  They’ll say get me this and we’ll get it, they’ll say get me that and we’ll get that. Lastly, they’ll say get out of my life and we’ll do that too because we again feel their happiness is something more valuable than ours. Our naivety made us believe that the one we love will love us too. For that little part in our lives we believe we can fly without wings, breathe without air and more stupidly that this will continue forever only till all it becomes at the end is some harsh memory, vaguely the same memory that our life is. And then, we think it is better to live as a backdrop of happy happenings and start seeing everything from a distance, a safe one, because getting close will ruin things up. We are too afraid to live life because we are shattered and broke and don’t want it anymore. We find comfort in our own sadness and soon that is the only comforting thing in the world. We live until the years complete themselves, the breath becomes old and our skin wrinkled, then we cease to exist. We think is it with every life or did it happen only with us, is there any other way or is it the only way? Suddenly we realize an eternal truth which revolved our whole life that no one ever knew we existed and no one ever will.  

Posted by Aditya