Something of Myself
Thursday, February 21, 2008
The man was dead, on the road. Blood splattered all over. One of his limbs lay a couple of yards away from him.
The image has been flashing in my mind all day long. I have barely been able to do anything. He was a complete stranger, but his death left me sick.
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I read something beautiful today. A testimonial written by a wife for her husband. They got married one year back. She wrote so well...about little things that hardly ever makes a tale. About dozing off while watching FRIENDS. About cooking stuff for him that has no name. About unlearning her concept of love to learn his ways...It was beautiful.
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I kept wondering - on one hand the image of the dying man, and on the other these beautiful words, written only by a person who has felt them inside, at her deepest core.
And then I turned, at the computer...trying to say something...wanting to express a feeling...but I did not. What difference does it really make if death be the end of all life? We can live like we want to...we can be floaters and yet die like him, on the highway, with a severed limb and a pool of blood for company...Can we really do something to 'live' life?
Perhaps we can. If only we feel like the wife of a fortunate man who found her moments of deepest happiness in her every day life. No wonder then that he named a lake after her. :)
1 Comments:
Wow! the post got me thinking. Life is too uncertain, nobody knows what will happen in the very next moment. My mantra, live it as if there is no tomorrow, dont do things that you would regret later, live for small moments, be happy at small things. Lemme share something, this year as R was not here for the Valentines' day, I sent him a music CD, however, he was too unwell and busy to send me anything. I knew it that he would be feeling bad about it. So on Valentine's day I bought a rose, a card and a CD for myself, packed it and called up R, he had already recieved my gift, and was sad that he couldnt send me anything. I told him, nope he has, I have his gift, and told him what I have done. He was speechless, said I am the best thing to happen to him. Couldnt argue less with him on that ;)However, my point was, why crib that he dnt send me anything, instead enjoy the day the way I want to. Life is too short to complaint. Live it as you want to. Take care. Love, Misti.
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