posted on Apr, 1 2013 @ 11:23 AM
Here I am staring straight into the eyes of my mascot; the one shining far above the gravity of hatred or even love for that matter; the one above
emotions. It is there half waned; or half waxed as an optimist would like to quote. But the point of appreciation is, it stands there, right there,
everyday among myriad of alien species & each day it is different, though bit by bit; but its different. It either grows or shrinks but let 28 days
pass (or a lunar month, as I may say); there is a new beginning exactly as the first day. It is this aspect that I may relate to as both sorrow and
joy are timed phenomenons gifted to us by the LORD to either test us or provide leisure respectively.
Today watching this beautiful object, the MOON, my memories scrolled many years back and landed to a time zone when shorts with shirt tucked in was my
formal dress. With bag full of books, a bottle hanging on neck, hair neatly combed I would rush from home everyday to reach before that warning bell
of school. "School", yes school I am talking of. And this aint a sudden nostalgic feeling. Since weeks with eyelids getting sore, I badly miss
sleeping. No doubt I am kinda nocturnal creature but by no means far so ever would I count myself insomniac. Still we all experience this. And with
age the frequency keeps shooting exponentially.
Ironically, the funny part is when we were young, we would gape with awe looking at comfortable work timings of our elders.I mean morning 7..freaking
7 in morning school. But what I dint know then, that by simply plunging on bed wont guarantee sleep as age passes by. Shutting eyes doesn't guarantee
solace.When we were kids, our shoes would go out of size n we simply would get a new one. But now the shoes are same and we cant manage to walk in
them either. It hurts, doesn't it. Every new shoe hurts and so does an old one. In a highly dynamic society and a brutally competitive world, whom
are we running with? The race just doesn't seem to end. And the sarcasm is, we can never know the ability and strategy of competitor either. Still we
create a mental illusion and strongly adhere to this fallacy. Whereas we ourselves are our competitors. We know what we are capable of, we know what
are we presently & so there is always a clearly defined milestone to surpass.
Still as we grow older, as we become matured, as we get more experienced, we shun that kid in us. We not only believe, but also go to the level of
barbarism to prove; to prove ourselves, our society or may be even religion. And in this whole process of killing that immaturity; that playful
innocence within us, in the name of success or sheer brutal dominance or presence; we like a magnet attract all the offerings at our disposal. Place a
chocolate and let two toddlers race; none will drag the other; instead each will exert itself to grab the chocolate. But we are adults, and how can we
let it be so simple. We wont strengthen our own ladder, instead try chopping off others'.
But then the question is "Being kiddish is expensive, so what we do?" . Being childish may be but being childlike is not. Play it like a child does.
He doesn't quit. Whatever he wants he finds a way to get it. He is full of enthusiasm. A child may get scared easily, but the pacification comes
quickly as well. A child no doubt is weak tremendously; but his aspirations are vivid, they are peppy. It is this attitude that we must preserve and
nourish. And most importantly a child never hates. Its the luxury that elders posses. A child may curse, abuse; but its all in fragile innocent sense.
He knows a secret 'The ability to cry and get over it.' He holds no regret.
I, you & we; We all need love. We need care and it is only this child, this innocence within us that can do it. Lets not be beasts. Lets be Humans.
Lets be KIDS, for sometime atleast... Lets learn to love...Lets learn to love self atleast..Lets learn to care..Lets learn to smile..to laugh..&
however weak or crazy it may sound..."Lets learn to CRY & ACCEPT."
Lets make this world a better place to live