A MUSE FOR THE DAY

 Life has taken such sudden turns in the past few months that now I don't feel like I can plan things anymore and that anything ever is in my control anymore. Life can turn better or worse at the blink of an eye. Things I could never imagine were building up at the moment, just around the corner. Kind of like the old game we used to play as kids, peekaboo. Ready or not, here I come! Sometimes Life hits you like a hurricane, in all force, destroying to bits everything you have gathered over time. Your possessions, your persons and your spirit at times. But just like Life is destructive at times, It is also renewing and regenerating. I can't help but think but of the tree stump that was left when a flowering tree was cut in our front yard. I remember being disappointed that all that was left of that tree was just a dry stump but if you were to visit our house any of these days, you would see a thriving tree overburdened with little white flowers, just like it used to, just a few months back. Those little flowers that sway happily in the wind, look like the carefree grandkids of pain. Young and free, they have not yet met Life at it's harshest. Happy and carefree, they sit on the shoulders of their grandparents. They may not know of the struggles the previous generations faced but they are happy because of their grandparents and then their parents met adversity headstrong. When you look at the tree, as it stands now, it still has the markings of the axe that hit it, the exact memory of the many times it was hit and in what way. All of that is now hidden under new leaves and branches which have grown back to their former size in time, slowly, from a few shy shoots that grew out in the sun, winking at it indirectly, making sure not to catch it's eye. I was really happy the day I discovered that the site of the 'wound' was green again. Not meaning that the injury was fresh again but that Life had chosen to take over and grow from under the ointment Time itself had rubbed on it the minute it lay bare, devoid of all what was his.. all shoots and leaves, flowers and buds, sunshine and shadows, wind and rain. So much of memory chopped off in one go. It's unfair how one person can stop you in your tracks. Time and circumstances sure can, but what hurts the most is when your natural movement, your natural progression is stunted by what one person thinks and how they expect you to conduct yourself. But in all this struggle for existence and identity, the one thing that thrives is your willpower. Your willpower to start afresh, take a different rout, find out what works and prevail, come what may. Because whatever the seasons may be, the harshest of them are not stronger than Life itself. Life always finds a way. And so will you. You just have to believe that there is a way, even when you cannot see one at first glance.