I saw a dream; lived it, worked on it, cared for it, gave it my all and yet Life happened. Just a week before my dream would turn into a reality, Life turned it into an actual nightmare with endless trauma and regrets.

    It was no brainer that I was devastated beyond repair, yet repair I must! That was the call of my inner-self. I asked life for an explanation of its cruelty and it remained apathetic to my plight as if it was just some innocent wave, perpetually reducing motionless rocks into sand and gravel. While I was busy interrogating  life, my inner-self was working on rebuilding me. My inner-self demanded that I survive. I lost my appetite yet it forced me to eat just enough to breathe; I lost my sleep yet it encouraged me to scrapp for whatever little I could get. Slowly and steadily I increased my food and sleep ration. Slowly and steadily I gained my energy and calmness. I was still traumatized though I was whole. I was still devastated yet I was ready to try and forgive Life, since it is just one that I have and perhaps I will ever have.

     As I healed with time, I realised that mathematically, the half-life of my suffering was two weeks, as every two weeks, my suffering was reduced to half and almost two years since the tragedy I can confidently say that I am almost over my shattered dreams. As I recollect those terrible days of my first four weeks of suffering, I am truly enamored by the inner-me, the one that held me to Life, the inner-me that never questioned Life and it’s intentions, rather just accepted it on the face value allowing me time to heal and appreciate Life myself. Just months after bringing the worst tragedy, Life brought me the best moment yet, all too nonchalantly and then I understood why it was breaking me. Life breaks to create exactly like waves breaking rocks to create sandy beautiful beaches. Life doesn’t see the difference in my worst moment and my best moment, for it both are the same, it never felt sorry for the worst and yet never felt pleased with the best for Life doesn’t expect the best or the worst to last, both are just there in one moment diminishes in the next, leaving behind beautiful experience every single time.

      I achieved the profound understanding that something is amazing not because it lasts but rather because it’s ephemeral. I understood that experiences are far more valuable than concrete possessions and there is no such thing as a good or a bad experience, it’s just plain experience as valuable as water is to a whale.

    With a new outlook I analysed my existence and all the experiences I have accumulated and with respect to the whole existence, this one small tragedy was nothing but a minor inconvenience and it was truly not the first one and unfortunately it won’t be the last. Pain and pleasure both will come as nonchalantly as they will go because the one called Life is not worried about the minor inconveniences rather it is busy crafting a beautiful set of incidents for me.

    If my conversations were literal with Life, it would say, “It is I, Life; the only one you would ever get. It is I, Life; the only one with best intentions for you. It is I, Life; the only one making your existence beautiful. It is I, Life; the only one working tirelessly for you. Hence I suggest you stop whining about minor details and focus on the big picture,  work with me and accumulate all the experiences I am providing you. Rise and accept me, rise and love me, rise because I am your one true friend for It is I, Life.”