C’est la Vie.

Searching for the reason for my survival has been the most challenging task of my life. i came across many intriguing philosophies and rather coined a few of my own as well. I have been philosophical since an early age and there was a time when i lived an idealistic life. Every day of my life was calculated and perfect. But the situation was different back then. My survival skills were tested in a restricted arena. No sooner did i step into a larger arena then i realized my philosophies appeared pleasant only on paper. In real life, the scenario is altogether different. As they say,”Easier said then done.” There is no scarcity of philosophies and ideologies, but, very few actually help you survive.

While still a child i was a complaining one. Never happy with what life had to offer. However, clever enough to dig my own way through and get things my way. But all that wit proved insufficient in the larger image of life. I found it difficult to spot myself in that picture. Although, i didnt complain about life, life never seemed to favour me. I have witnessed so much in life that i possess a strong understanding about it. Yet, i could nevere claim that i completely knew what life is. The most important lesson that i learnt was the difference between reality and philosophy. Many fail to see the thin line between the two. However, i had an experience which completely shattered my idea of survival on philosophical basis as well as practical .

Once, i went to a church along with my mother. On my way back, i spotted this certain beggar who was lying along the footpath. The pityful thing about him was that he had lost all his four limbs. As i walked towards him my mind was engulfed by an ocean of doubts. To me his survival didn’t make much sense. Firstly, he didn’t possess a single limb which made him completely dependent. There isn’t a single task in this world that he could do on his own. Someone had to be available for him 24×7. He couldnt prove any help to anyone.Secondly, he is a beggar. He leads a life of misery and poverty. His days couldn’t be any better. Then why is he accepting all the pain and still surviving. He might as well end his life and free himself from the agony and suffering. The moment i passed through him i saw him smile. I was stunned. It didn’t make any sense to me. People would give a thousand reasons for his survival saying that he has a right to survive or its his destiny or may be he is suffering for his past sins.But for me it was senseless. Also, what pricked my heart was that honest and peaceful smile on his face. I could sense the satisfaction in his heart at that moment. I learnt that there was something about life i could never learn. i couldnt figure out his purpose for survival.

We all have choices in life. With each choice we change our course in life. I am an atheist. i had a choice to go along with my mother to the church or meet her directly at the venue where we were both supposed to go together. I made a choice and it gave my life a new meaning. I have to search for more solutions. I have to see life with a diffrent approach. Life is unpredicatble and its unpredictability makes it worth living. Yet, there are people who feel that they could alter their destiny by learning their future. In the end, this descrption i began will sound incomplete. And why shouldnt it. Isnt life incomplete?

Voracious desires coming along,

As every moment surpasses will,

Slowly some facets defaced,

And life has a new tale to reveal.

From dawn to dusk life flows,

Turning, twisting, moving,

Reflecting at certain intervals,

Unveiling what the sight is seeing.

Not crossing the constraints implied,

A cozy companion within the fence,

But as the respect fades away,

May not provide another chance.

Truth is stranger than fiction,

Is yet another truth about life, well known,

Unpredictability makes it worth experiencing,

A few still wish to derange the upcoming dawn.

No one knows what lies beyond life,

Some say there exits a heaven and hell,

Sometimes this helps direct the actions,

For ones willing for a convenient grave to dwell.

Life can be for days or decades together,

Mere survival is not a life lived,

But many travel from cradle to grave,

Like a race ran alone hence nothing achieved.