Embrace life!

It takes great courage to live when you realise that life is no mere spending time on earth or an art of survival.

It took long years for me to understand that life is not a space where I exist, but a path that I walk on this earth.

My physique needs food and care, my mind needs positive thoughts and my spirit needs convictions.

If I need to live, I need to supply myself with all the necessities of my body, mind and spirit.

I am a product of what I give myself.

I am too tired of reasoning. Facts are facts and they exist.

To exist in this planet as a being, occupying the space in which I exist, is life and it is a blessed opportunity. At the end of this journey I would feel proud, if I can take up the responsibility of all good and bad events of my life, without pride or guilt.

Expectation is just a bad habit that I had and I thought I had the right to expect others to be and to do things in my life.

But no man in this world is created to live another one’s life…

Now, I do not want to expect anything even from me. I let myself to be a human, natural, prone to make mistakes, yet yearning to be good…

I give myself space and time to grow…

After all, I must realize that I am living on earth for the first time!

So I just try to exist in harmony with myself and other creations, as it is the Divine will.

A few years back, I lived, swallowing what others prepared for me.

I admired people who led a quiet normal life and used to ask them the recipe for a peaceful, successful life.

Most of them fed me with their delicacies, instead of teaching me the recipe.

I lived on their advice and directions and I survived as long as they were available.

But once they left me, I went starving..I felt empty, sad, moreover abandoned…

The consequence of living in others’ mercy!

Finally there came a time when all suppliers left and I had to stand alone…starving…lonely…and lost…

I reached a point of sinking…weary and worn out…

But before my eyes closed, I heard a voice from within me…

It said, “cook your own food”.

I had no strength…no courage…no will…

But I felt someone inside me, who could help me to get over my misery.

A hope to live and a determination to face life filled me and I started to teach myself the recipes of good life.

Of course, it took too much time to learn.

Everything was a fresh experiment.

To find the right ingredients, right methods, right tastes….many a times, I failed.

But I felt so lucky when I could serve me at least a spoonful of self cooked food.

Even now I follow some good recipes which I see in others’ lives,

and I share mine with others…

but I don’t starve to death, as I’ve learnt the art of living…

My own inner voice is the only one which I can hear even in my loneliness.

That is the only voice which I can follow always till the end of my life.

I am running out of time….

I need to live the remaining years of my life enjoying every moment,

taking responsibility of all my actions,

trying to live the best way possible,

yet to forgive myself for my mistakes and laugh at them

and try again to move on with life,

being at peace with myself, God and His creations,

breathing till the last breath, holding on to love,

to see love…to feel love…to know love…and to be love.