I have just returned from a wonderful retreat, some lovely emotional moments with my niece who graduated this month, spent some superb days of togetherness with my younger daughter and then soaked in the leisurely hours in the charmingly captivating home of my nephew whose warm welcoming vibes keep the emotional bonds alive.
These few days were a living dream, a lifetime of bonding and love, which reminds us how beautiful life is!
‘Life is but a dream…’almost everyday I sing this rhyme with my little grand daughter.
Now that she is so observant and pertinent with her questions, she says: what is a dream grandma?
I keep singing, moving the little boat in my hand more vigorously to distract her but her question gets more persistent.
I realize how inarticulate I am! How do I define a dream to a two-year-old child?
As I search for the right words, another question crops up…why is it a dream, grandma!
All the analogies that are associated with life swiftly cross my mind but none is simple enough to answer an innocent question, which ignites various thoughts.
An idea strikes me instantly. I must write about it!
Life has been compared to the glowing sun as well as the moon, it has been equated with flowing water, it can be darker than the threatening clouds, it can be as colorful as the rainbow but it can never be the same.
The transient nature of life makes it real. The emotional attachments make it worth living.
Despite stormy tribulations, we all love life.
There was a time when life was very dear to me. Attachments were deeper, emotions more intense and the worries most prominent. Mental ease – a far cry!
When I was told that I wouldn’t live a long life, my only worry was my children especially the younger one who was just a little baby. What will they do without a mother…who will take care of them…I approached a dear sibling and got a promise that she would take care of my little baby.
And then the prophecy became almost true!
When I was face to face with death, strangely my mind was numb. It couldn’t think beyond the present moment. The only thought that crossed my mind at that minuscule moment was…it’s all over!
The next moment I found myself alive! I was wonderstruck at the miraculous escape I had! I thanked my stars, my God, whom I was always questioning, whose existence I always doubted, who stepped forward to carry me like flower petals and return to my dear ones!
Then there were many such moments when I told myself – I want to live, I have unfulfilled tasks.
I am happy I could complete all of them.
Life flew by. I know I have lived a happy and fulfilling life.
Was it a dream? I try to probe deeper – probably it refers to ‘letting go,’ the so-called philosophical interpretation.
However, a self-enforced detachment keeps nudging me and reminding me… ‘Life is but an illusion.’
I often wonder…is it true? How can life be an illusion when we live it, savoring each moment, directing it according to our own wishes?
Then I look up the meaning of the word – illusion… ‘something that deceives by producing a false or misleading impression of reality.’…‘a false mental image produced by misinterpretation of things that actually exist.’
And I analyze it further…life doesn’t deceive. People do, circumstances may be such that we feel betrayed, our own efforts cause disappointments but we refuse to own the responsibility for all this.
We pass on the buck to life, saying ‘it is unfair.’
Life is beautiful, it is worth living, and it is very much real if we approach it with a positive mind.
If you want to fathom the beauty of life, look at a newborn child.
If you want to understand how meaningful and playful life can be, learn it from a child. Now I can truly appreciate the observation of Wordsworth: ‘Child is the father of man.’
If you want to distinguish between the reality and dreams, ask an adolescent.
If you want to savor life, get connected with your emotional ties.
Emotions rule us however hard we may try to rebuff them.
Realities of life hit us after we have lived our dreams, accomplished them or failed them.
Sometimes I feel detachment is an illusion, a self-created snare we want to walk into unwillingly.
Life is a choice for some and a burden for others, it promises hope if we are ready to wait, it offers opportunities if we approach it with an open mind.
It is a mystery if we have the patience to explore it.
“What is life but the angle of vision? A man is measured by the angle at which he looks at objects. What is life but what a man is thinking of all day? This is his fate and his employer. Knowing is the measure of the man. By how much we know, so much we are.”- Ralph Waldo Emerson
What are the emotional realities of your life? Do they add some sunshine to your life? I would love to hear your views.
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