“Life is suffering” so said Goutham Buddha.
The constant characteristic of human life is grief says Gita. We start our life from the moment; we take our first breath from the earth, with a cry, with resentment. We are disturbed from our natural state. It goes on intermittently till the grave. We are indignant, weeping with grief, we are sad, lonely, forsaken, needy, befriended, sick, incapacitated…it ends no where, but follows us like a shadow till our death. In its brief course lie all the varieties, realities and vicissitudes of our existence.
The bliss of growth, the glory of action, the splendor of achievement, the dreams of yesterday, the vision for tomorrow are all intermingled. Life is a risk and is never sorrow free. Happiness is a delicate balance between what one is and what one has. There are ever so many storms, than in the sea or land, in the mind and fusillades of sad thoughts creeping up all over our consciousness. Under the misfortune of circumstances, odd things often meet to spoil our happiness, in this badly woven strange design of our life.’ Human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece.’ The utmost span of a man’s life is hundred years. Half of it spent in night, and of the rest half is lost by childhood and old age. Work, grief, longing and illness share what is left in it.
‘When a resolute man/woman steps up to that great bully, the world, and take him boldly by the beard, he is often surprised to find that the beard comes off in his hand, that it was tied in to frighten away the timid adventurers. ’It is better to be a lion for one day, than a sheep all your life.’ The difference between a hero and a coward is one step sideways. Life is a gift the nature has bestowed on us; beautiful living is the gift of wisdom. All human wisdom is summed up in two words… ”wait and hope.”.and courage too.