Death is the cornerstone of life. The universal truth that marks the end of a life cycle. Along the journey of life we encounter different individuals, we commit to different relations and are bound by some certain duties and attributes that culminate into emotions- a certain intangible worth! So even, just as at the end of the game, as the king and pawn go back to the same box, there are tears shed, there is ‘emotionslos’!
For individual, or for even a multitude, death is tragic, devastating but then again what is it that helps the same eyes to look up ahead? What is it that makes them rise and shine… to strive to seek, and not to yield (Ulysses)? What is it that makes life beautiful even in death? It is hope…
As with every passing second, the past, present and future swap their domain, the only thing that remains constant over these real time shifts is hope- a faith or even can be called wishes.
Endeavor, hard work, labor all culminate into objective results in life. It is just hope that can egg on the individual for excellence. In whatever school (the gods classifications or even the wings of science and logic!) we attend to, we are all fuelled by the gust of hope.
Hope is like a zephyr which soothes the soul, drives away the trepidations, insecurities and equips us to fight another day! Hope is the opium of life!
And how tragic would it be to just lose hope? To just stop letting the soul search for crevices of happiness in the realms of future!? How heartening would it be to stagnate and let gravity pull you down? To surrender to the elements of life does no justice to it. Each individual has been bestowed with certain gifts and in spite of all the malice and hardships of life; the pristine hope levels us all! Can we really gauge the effect of life without any hope? When we would be just ‘breathing in-animates’ subjugated to the tumble- tosser of life.
Death is the last milestone of life- it may be untimely, it may be sorrowful but then deep within we all know- it just has to come. We cannot deny the mortality clause on our birth certificates (or contracts!)! (I don’t mean the hospital issued oneJ)
Hope is all we have when we stare at death, when we can’t believe that our loved ones would be no more… and it is with hope that we can overcome death!
Lance Armstrong fought cancer to come back and win the Tour de France… villages were washed away in tsunami and there is no more of the media spotlight and crocodile tears… but still the fishermen and their families live near the open seas, ride the high waves for a living; the battles of life… armed with hope… faith- dreams!
The greatest tragedy of life would be sans hope, sans faith and sans belief… I would say the three legs of a tripod (hmmm, the movie the girl next door!)
There would be no ‘life’ in mere ‘existence’ if there be no hope. Like living dead, carrying on the commandments we would only remain oxygen suckers!
What we think, what we plan, we execute, all are tied with the web of hope… like the mucous of the spider, it connects the tangibles to the abstracts of human existence! The bridge between reality and realizations… hope is all we have with every ‘lub dup’ of the cardiac muscles!!
So even as we stand, this very moment, with our bag of thoughts, our dreams, desires wishes and scary feelings deep within… we take a moment, unknowingly, hoping for the best to happen… preparing for the worst! And this is all that we need- to overcome the tragedies of life, ya, even death!
