This is the story of your life and mine, his life and hers. It doesn't matter who narrates as long as you relate. The story is about life, it is about relationships, it is about the pain, it is about the tears, it is also about love.
Once when a child was asked to define life, he said life is playing games, little did he realise its deeper implication. It was when he grew up he understood that life was about games people play with each other and result is the same. It is a game in which there emerges no winner, a game in which people lose either relationship, love or trust. It is a Game which makes you feel like a thing.
Friends may be easily fooled when feelings within aren't set loose. A fake picture is easy to draw, especially when you never frown. You pretend to grow stronger day by day and reality is hidden and never appears on face. There is a mighty power that gives you strength but you fall weak in the night when the clock calmly sways.
It is a phase of moving time, if you wish to win then ignore the time. Go on, move on and show your strength. This is a phase and this too shall pass, stay calm and do not vent.
Each one of us have a story of our own, we all go through difficult times and there is no exception to this law. Whenever I feel I am in a tough situation I always recollect the story I read in my childhood. It's an anecdote from the life of Buddha which was taught my one of my hindi teachers. You might have read it too, however I wish to share it for the ones who haven't read it.
Here goes the story.
Once upon a time a woman's(Kisagotami's) son passed away. The woman came to Buddha requesting him to give a medicine which can instil life in her dead son. Buddha said he will do so provided the woman gets mustard oil(sarson ka tel) from a house/family where there has been no death. The woman searched but returned to Buddha disappointed. By this time she got her answer.
There is not a single soul who has everything she/he desires. There is not a single soul which is content with life.
We come across n number of people each day, each one with their own set of problems, a few share, a few don't, a few depict the most perfect picture, the reality is unknown. You might as well be thinking about your own set of problem but remember, "Life becomes difficult when you think it is so, Life becomes beautiful when you believe it to be so."
Thanks for reading.
Have a wonderful day.
~$/\M~
