There are over a million stories that reside in the heart of the home, we know as Earth, and merely a few hundred get the chance of being actually told. In this crowd of millions their are many whose identities get squashed, and that is at the end, the biggest failure of mankind. The actual death of mankind is after all not by something else, but man himself, the most tragic truth of life is the loss of humanity from the hearts of people and the hatred that has replaced that long lost love, the hatred that causes unnecessary skirmishes and disputes.
Walking down the crowded street, she couldn’t help but wonder how trivial she is, in this world of millions, she could just disappear and no one would even notice. She’d lived by herself for a long time now, her work had become her family and friend… Yet seeing so many people around, her mind filled with the thought, of how many different stories enwrapped her in that very moment. Be it the little kids running towards each other, with innocent smiles, still unaccustomed to the ways of the world or be it the newly weds walking shyly, greeting everyone who came before them or the old wise man sitting under the shadow of the only tree on that street, listening to all that was happening around him, and no doubt laughing in his head at the innocent kids, he sat as if waiting for someone to wake him up and challenge his wisdom.
She’d always been a dreamer, an observer, but in this moment she realised the insignificance of life…. No one would have noticed her missing had she not been here today, although she’d come here often, she knew no one would realise if she didn’t, she discerned the biggest jest of life was the mortality of life, hard as may one strive to survive, someone always stands watching from the corner to pull you down.
Each life is forgotten almost as soon as it’s over, and that is after all the biggest tragedy of life, every ounce of effort that is put into creating something immemorial gets wasted… That was when she realised that true eternity lied in selflessness. In that very moment, in a crowd surrounded by hundreds she understood that with the first cry is born the last… Birth is nothing but a movement towards death… She understood that pain is as momentary as pleasure, and the only constant is, ironically, change. She decided to take life as it comes, without actually planning for it, because that is the best way to be! To recieve all that you get without hesitating, to greet pain with the same smile as happiness because just as no rose garden can be without thorns, similarly life can not be just a diary of happiness.