THE LONG FLIGHT OF LIVING

In the long flight of living, it has been a tussle , a whole long transformation of ruffling feathers , plucking old ones, growing the new ,trying to still maintain the speed and focus of flying with all energy and magnitude and in this journey, many a times wounded get the   wings, bruised are ends , where hardly one gets time to repair, mend or let the wounds dry.

The journey goes on without stopping, with every bend bringing more challenges and showing more impermanence of life.

 

Unachievable goals, difficult roads, storms , or hovering clouds, thorns pushing out of every circumstances often shred the skin in ways where one tries to protect the family keeping  them intact.

 
Hardly all these such efforts are realized , the fact is the zeal to move forward, the confidence of fighting inspite of not being acknowledged, the selfless support and patience of 24 hours extending to 7 days and 12 months a year continuously exhausts the energy of self.
There are moments when the flight seems the last , the faraway sky seems to embrace our pains and struggles, yet the closed ones near us never realize or notice.
The long exhausting journey wishes moments of understanding, some moments of realization which remain unnoticed and unheeded.
The long laps of flight turn the wings weak, which cannot hold the rough weathers now, due to continous exposure to rough weathers and because never did they been cleaned, covered, given rest .
A life too depletes such with negligence when all paths suddenly turn down and forget to let the soul breathe.

 

 

It is a transformation to break free from all shackles, from all chains that have pulled the wings in different directions, letting the bird to forget it’s own flight and instead follow the journey of survival.

It is time ,to mend ways, to realize, to know, to understand, to see through, to accept  this struggle .

As an eagle too can live upto 70 years and for that it has to go through the painful process of transformation after 40 years.
Either one fights self, wins , overcomes and then survives as a fighter and warrior of life or else succumbs to surroundings and gets eroded in the flood of life .

This isn’t the fear of physical pain , it is the transformation that  creates turbulence within, either leading to a rebirth of self or leading to the  usual  end .

The yearning for learning should never die !

Every moment in our life we observe and learn to evolve more and more, the moment we cease to learn, we stop growing and living. A person whether a millionaire or a pauper, a farmer or an intellectual has something to offer , which can be learnt .

Even a small child teaches us the way of living life with an innocent smile. We often tend to assume that after a certain age or after attaining higher education, we have become intellectuals and perfectionists,whereas the process of learning is never ending.

No one is perfect in this world and the strive to become one is the way of living life.

A poor peasant has something in his nature which we all should inculcate, the endurance and patience in which he works for the whole day in scorching heat and excess rains throughout the year,without failing and losing hope, is something which people of this generation and many of us havent’t experienced or ever tried to learn. His will to continuously struggle inspite of the unseen havocs of nature is firm and he remains determined.

Where are these virtues to be seen in individuals today? No school or university or any centre of education will make you realize such small yet important factors and values of life. It’s the life which teaches.

Always keep your eyes open to the surroundings and observe.

The yearning for learning should never die!

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