Life

This very word has the power to invoke one minute thought in the deepest darkest corners of my powerful brain. It would have been great if this process had ended here itself as you would have been spared from reading a boring and tiresome description of my mental, sanity or well, insanity, as you would refer to it. This thought however, is not very merciful and multiplies like a virus, taking over my stem cells until my mind becomes a blazing inferno of thoughts colliding with one another, quite literally, “messing up my head”

We may treat life in different ways. One way of looking at it would be to treat it as one of the most amazing and valuable gifts that could possibly be given to us by a mysterious, unknown friend. It is an opportunity for our souls to experience varied emotions like grief, fear, anger, happiness, pain, love and ecstasy to name just a few. It is like a path, a path we create by cutting through the thick branches and jumping over the rocks that are the problems in our lives. Life is a gift, a one of a kind gift, one that we should utilize to the optimum.

There are yet others who think that life is naught but a meaningless progression. It is just a long gruelling wait to death, which itself comes at a time of its own choosing. Life is as insubstantial as a “walking shadow” according to some. It is just a fictional space of the soul’s imagination where it dons new clothes and treads through new lands only to awaken at dawn and realize that none of it was real and that it had never been clothed in a dusty body.

When these thoughts flood my brain and pound so hard on the inside walls of my mind, I see how insignificant I really am in comparison to the force that binds all living beings together, the one common factor that all living things possess.

Life is a block of marble. We are the sculptors and our actions are our tools. We can now choose to transform the block into a spectacle that parallels the grandeur and beauty of Michelangelo’s statue of David. Or we can just reduce it to meaningless rubble. The choice is entirely our own.