Perfectly designed imperfect life

Ever wondered why a perfect life is granted to none by the omnipotent? Ever questioned his creations? Ever wondered why things are the way they are? Ever??
Let's make it prominent and comprehensible with an example.

Aryan is a young lad of seventeen. He is a smart ass and manages to be among the class toppers without putting in much efforts. He is darn good looking and girls go wacky at the mere mention of his name. His mum is a well-maintained and modern mommy who treats her son not as a 'son' but as a friend. His dad is a millionaire who, unlike other rich and well-known figures, has ample of time to devote to his family. Aryan is an athlete and is a quite good singer. He excels in almost everything he does....

Quite a perfect life huh!?

Now another story, not of some kid born with a silver spoon but of a normal kid like any one of us. A kid who may not necessarily have the best set of parents, the most tastefully organized wardrobe, the smart looks or any other thing that is quite usual for someone like Aryan. Let's talk about Sneha. She too, like Aryan is a seventeen year old girl. She doesn't come from a rich family but from a rather modest and conservative family. Her mum, a housewife - a quiet and kindhearted lady who believes every word of her husband to be as true as an oracle. Sneha's father is a man who believes that exerting pressure upon the women of the house defines his manhood and therefore, scuffles, arguments, disagreements and domestic violence are as normal and predictable in her house as the occurrence of day and night. Inspire of these adversities she manages to get herself a scholarship in that very elite school Aryan goes to. In the absence of proper training, she manages to bag many awards in several competitions. She has a knack for writing and opens doors of even better opportunities for herself through her writings....

Returning to my question: Have you ever wondered why a perfect life is granted to none by the omnipotent? Why is it that even the most happiest person has some reason to be sad? Or the most depressed person has a reason to smile?

It is because a life without imperfections or a life void of perfections hinders our progress. Think about it: Won't life become too predictable and boring if we already know what the future holds? Won't we, one day, be at a total loss of inspiration to move ahead if everything goes on just fine for us? A problem-free life is definitely what we desire, but we are more content if we earn ourselves that life.

The master planner sitting up there is indeed smart! He knows exactly how to handle us emotional fools; we, who have a balloon's heart - energized and puffed up with joy on getting everything we want and enervated and puffed out when the opposite happens. We have imperfections in life to inspire us to reach perfection. And we have perfections in our life to refrain ourselves from being imperfect!

The valley of the heart

# The realization:

We were a huge community that resided in the body of a being not so weak or fragile to succumb before circumstances or emotions. But due to certain mysterious happenings, we, the heart of every soul began losing our faith in love and life. Our trust over other beings diminished and this is how the once huge community began slithering. My counterparts got so imbalanced in the terror reigned valley of the heart that day in and day out the valley of the heart was found struggling to stop the flow of incessant streams of water anonymously baptised as 'tears'. This has been the scene for a long time now and as I write my feelings today, the current status of the 'once huge community' is that - it couldn't save any other member and I am the lone survivor.

I am heartbroken, shattered,devoid of hope,affection and love. I stand alone. Neither do I have a mate nor a shadow nor an unknown being to sympathise - I have nothing to be called my own other than the soul I entered the world with. So I decided to find out what in the world is so disastrous that it can torment the valley of the heart! Who is so evil in this wide beautiful place to go on pricking the unique creations till they devastate and break down completely?


# The finding:

We reside in every being and try to remain within, as strong as the heavens above. But on occasions low and dark just like days when there occurs a lightning or a thunder, we get deeply moved and fail to stop ourselves from flowing via the eyes of the valley of the heart. It is not because the valley of the heart is incapable of digesting the pain but because of a constipation of thoughts: good and evil travelling perennially through the valley of the heart.

Anything that can be a thought can be reality. Anything that the heart imagines can take tangible forms. When the valley of heart obligingly lets the varied thoughts rule its domain, our community slowly dies in twos and fours. My valley of the heart, where I've resided for as long as those stars have lived in the night sky is now barren.


# The choice:

Thoughts function according to their own will and the valley of the heart follows its own mind. So will be done by the lone survivor of the 'once huge community'. And my choice is to remain within the valley of the heart till the day air stops moving in and out of my soul.


(Inspired by the law of attraction. A description by a tear about the entire mechanism of tears)

What is really needed


At times I wonder, is it really the numbers to your life that makes you a 'human'? Is age the only parameter to being an adult!? Living the same year for 50 years isn't all about life. Bringing in changes and alterations not just to one's life but also in one's character and behavior is a very important part of the journey of life.

Sumedha was perplexed seeing the nasty turn her relations had taken in. Though never wanted, but it all occurred in such a way that in the pursuit for making everyone else better, she came to known as the 'villain'. The people she worked hard for, the very source of her inspiration refuse to acknowledge her hard work and love. Let alone acknowledging, they do not even talk to her properly. Curt replies and sarcastic remarks are all her ears are acquainted with. And it really brought in an intense ache in the left corner of her chest to see the dying bond of love and affection that once used to exist between her and her children. She thought of them to be her own extensions but little did she know that her children were up to something dubious and scornful. She was doomed to end up in a dilapidated state....

 This is not just in the case of Sumedha, a lot many parents these days are ill-treated by their very own children. The unconditional love of parents these days goes unrequited. I'm no parent, I too am someone's daughter and somewhere in the midst of all the daily chores and affairs, it suddenly dawns on me today. There are innumerable verbal fights I enter into with my parents due to difference in opinions and perspective but considering their age, experience and goodwill, children should realize their limit and speak only that much which is needed. Exceeding limits in some cases implies a tight slap on one of your cheeks but in some cases it implies a gift of a sleepless night to one's parents.

Something similar is going on right before my eyes. I can see a set of parents who are absolutely right in their stand for a particular matter and on the other hand I see their children who are not wrong either! The problem lies in acceptance of ideas. Each party fails to accept the view point of the other and only end up widening the gap between themselves. No doubt they experience pain but taking the initiative to end the cold war and shake hands is something everyone expects from the other person.

So what is the need of the hour? What is it that we (particularly the youngsters) are lacking? Well,it is a simple thing called forgiveness and acceptance that we need to inculcate!

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