A Note of Thanks for my Dear Readers

 

Dear readers, your love and affection is the basic driver of my urge to keep posting on my blog. A few people tell me that my writings have brought a positive change in their life. That’s enough reason to keep writing. As I write this, we are facing lots of challenges due to the pandemic. These last two years have been very tough for most of us.

Things are rough indeed. But isn’t life only about successfully crossing a series of hurdles? And then reach home, finish that last line, with a smile.

What if the room full of miseries appears immovable at the moment? Accepted that the room with its thick walls is beyond your capacity to shift its location or change its shape. You cannot push its walls to change its shape and change the interiors. You might even be incapable of removing the darkness inside, having lost the light of enthusiasm, the sunrays of your will power, and the brightness of your passion.

It is not necessary to be a revolutionary fighter all the time. You can very well sit in a still darker corner of the room full of your own miseries, most of them invisible to the uncaring world outside. But then sitting in a dead dark corner is being dead and we have no business to be dead before we actually die. Temporary shelter in the lap of a musty, stale corner might be of some utility, but it’s not more than allowing the tears and anguish of self-pity and helplessness to flow out through the feeling of being a victim.

Once this little puss is out of your wounded system, it serves no purpose at all. A little bit of crying after being overpowered by the feeling of victimization at the hands of forces beyond one’s control helps. Crying helps in letting out the salt from your injuries. It also clears the eyes. After the watery outpour, you are supposed to see better and clearer.

You have been on the hospital bed, taking a bit of rest for the diseased, afflicted self. Now you are supposed to step down, wear your slippers and walk away to claim what you lost while you were forced to take a rest.

Looking beyond your dark corner in the murky room with immoveable walls, you can at least open the windows that either you or the situational winds have banged shut. Do not move the walls, do not even try to bang against the locked door, just open the openable window to allow a bit of light, to expose yourself to the fine traces of light that will surely burn the fire in you again, that will definitely ignite your passion, enthusiasm and the willpower lying dormant.

If you cannot lift your roomful of miseries on your head and throw it miles away, you can surely lift little-little signs of your worth and capabilities lying around your feet in the dark and look at these against the light from the just-opened little window. These are the imperishable seeds; these cannot die, and will surely grow into a luxuriant harvest, provided you give them even the moisture of your feeble self during the re-germination phase.

You might not be able to laugh to the full contentment of the self, but you can smile at the little world outside your tiny peeping window. Even the slightest semblance of smile will do. These are the tiny buds that will surely blossom into full laughing flowers.

Your hands might not be still ready to go agog and start breaking the mightiest boulders around. But you can raise your hands and wave gently at the world outside, it will wave back with grace and acknowledgement, giving back its share with kindest interest.

You might not be still ready for the marathon, but you can shuffle your feet and count your steps and listen to your slow pace between the walls. It will prepare you for the longest journey that you might take. It will be a prelude to your first step on the winnable journey that you will definitely take.

Close your eyes and with an open heart accept your share in making things dark in the room. Nobody is perfect and we just have the bigger or smaller share in our miseries. We cannot change the universe, but we can definitely bring about a little reformation in the self. You might not be able to overhaul your personal self, but you can definitely change tiny bits of life in general. It will blow up the wrong shades, leaving you a totally different person.

Close your eyes again and think of your positives, your advantages, your good qualities. There will be many I’m sure. Look around with a gentle look, these must be somewhere around. You will surely spot them. Smile at the little basketful of your qualities. These are your weapons to help you win through the battles and wars. A mere acknowledgement of their existence will do at this stage. Just caress your qualities and look at these with a proud smile.

These and many little things will help you. Forget about bigger things. These little seeds will grow into a bigger harvest. Just gather these seeds, hold them, they will take you back to the bigger world of shiny roles, responsibilities, praise and achievements.

These little anecdotes and my frank opinions posted on this blog are in celebration of life and living. I sincerely hope the time  invested by a dear reader in reading this blog brings about a positive change. Journey well and never forget your smile as you walk on the beautiful path that life is!