Life is not for us to judge. It is to be lived. Life is like a river flowing. Her nature is to flow. Obstacles on her way will only make her change her way, but not her flow. So accept and embrace.
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I looked into my eyes in the mirror, I found my late father's eyes staring back at me! His kind and familiar eyes looked back at me with a twinkle in the eyes.
I looked back with surprise. What makes his eyes sparkle so? Doesn't he know how I am struggling still? As a householder, a family man, a father, a husband, a son, Trying my best to do what is expected of me? Doesn't he know that every morning, Waking up, I dread the unfolding day. Doesn't he know how I pine to break the shackle of my everyday mundeness?
I am burdened by the expectations the society places on my shoulders. To be the provider, With strong shoulders to carry the loads of expectations of those who love and depend on me.
Doesn't he know, I longed to be free like an autumn cloud with no rain to deliver, To be free like the bee in summer with no destination, To be like that duck in the pond swimming forever but with nowhere to go Like that seagull surfing the waves but beyond the reach of the sea?
I again looked into the mirror, To see if he's still looking at me with that smiling eyes. "I expect some compassion and understanding from you, not your mocking stare." I said reproachingly.
He looked me square and said, "Don't be too hard on yourself. You're doing fine."
“Eh!” I gusped involentarly.
“Don't be too fixated on your expectations from life. Life has a flow of its own, It'll flow in its way and pace, It's not yours to control. What you see as obstacles are nudges to make your life go in a different direction. There is no good or bad in life, Yours is not to judge, only to live. Don't resist, It's like a river flowing from the top of the mountain towards the sea. She'll fulfil her nature to flow. No obstacles can stop her till she reaches the ocean. Accept and embrace, Let life flow to its unique destination.” he said.
Am I trying too hard, I wondered? Am I trusting too much in my abilities or lack of it? Is this the reason for my angst for all my failures in life? Is my life at all a failure?
I looked back again at the mirror, Hoping to get an answer. The same pair of familiar eyes looked back at me, But no answer came this time.
I am a writer and softskill trainer. My first passion is reading, followed by writing on various topics. I have 30+ years of corporate working experience.
