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Wednesday, September 17, 2008


Originally I wrot these lines about four years from now. Here it comes again with some modification. About a year ago I shared this post on a site and it received some interesting comments, most of them telling me how I had striven so much to waste my time while I could have easily done that. One interesting comment brought it to me that what I had struggled to tell in so many lines was so aptly conveyed by a truck drive by saying "Love is life." Believe you me, I had no reason to disagree.
Life is the most prominent of the qualities that distinguish a vital being from an inanimate matter. It is an inestimable blessing, its value is much more than we can imagine. Life is beautiful like a rose but to enjoy its fragrance,one needs to be extremely cautious of the thorns that accompany it. Life is benign only to those who enjoyit in all circumstances.
Our life is full of improbabilities. Life is, in fact, what happens to us while we are busy looking around and making other plans. It may take a sudden turnand lead us toward an end that we may never have imagined. Life is a mystery; itis a labyrinth, a maze in which we may take a wrong turning before we have learnt to walk. It is like a deep forest__ if lost it may become too difficult for us to trace our way back. Life is something serious, something that requires our attention. It is like a tragi-comedy where we may experience the ups and downs of life__ now happy and at another moment gloomy. What life requires from us is constant struggle, our journey towards the zenith maybe slow but if this journey is steady then we are bound to enjoy its fruit through eternity.
In life, sometimes, it is not always the big things but the little things that can be of more value. Often in our pursuit of some great happiness we neglect little happy moments of our life; the moments that can mean enough;the moments that carry the real smack of life.
To enjoy life to its full, it is an essential requirement to have a complete perception of what life actually is. Life islike a chameleon, changing its colour too often you need to pay attention to find it. It is an art that we should develop it may not come natural to us;an adventure that we must dare to undertake working the circles won't be a fun; a tragedy that requires to be faced courageously giving up would do no good; a destiny that we have to accept resignation would be fatal; a mystery that we need tounravel keeping it shrouded would leave us inquisitive, a challenge that we must meet avoiding it may lead us into a blind alley; a dream that needs to be realized forgetting it would be a nightmare, and a beauty that deserves our admiration because keeping mum would be sheer injustice.