It keeps me alive
Can three mere words really say I love you?
When an emotion is so hugely and significantly present,
would words accurately and appropriately represent what you’re really feeling?
Or is it more like what they say that ‘action
speaks louder than words’?
When romance has become so conveniently purchasable, would
lovebirds now prefer a big bunch of flowers or a deeply sincere private
gesture?
It has occurred to me that in a world that is continuously
putting materialism on pedestal, nothing that is genuine would be appreciated
any longer. You have to dress a certain way, and act according to some written
code of practices to be accepted. And that’s only the gateway to the other
person’s attention! Not to mention the high maintenance of calls in between
lunch breaks and at nights, expensive candlelit dinners every month, and last
but never least; the emotional battles or attacks that you have to put up with
at least every other month.
Yet in the world that is so rapidly moving towards the
shallow superficial, I am blessed to have a heart that is appreciative of the
real thing, of the genuine. Recently, amidst the frantic habitat that I live
in, I witnessed few incidents that touched my heart so deep I could play it
back in my screenhead and saturate myself in their warmth and that itself,
would take away all the misery that I was having at the time.
A dad was taking his son for the first bicycle ride, when
his young son was struggling to ride. The little boy fell and he began to cry, whinging
and complaining that he was not going to ride anymore. The father sat his son
down at the grassy park, and he explained
“That’s how it is when you learn to ride… you try and you
try, and you fall.. you might get bruises and scratches here and there, but you
keep on trying and before you know it, you can ride”
Somehow encouraged by his father’s subtle words, the young
boy began to ride again and at that instance, right before my own eyes, the boy
was riding his little bicycle. My joy was so uncontainable that after he
stopped his bike I shouted, “you made it!”
The young boy and his father began to ride around the park,
then on to their way home.
For as long as humanity is around, I know that I will
survive any and all of the sorrowness in the world. And for the boy and the
father, and a lot more people who shared their lives just for being
themselves.. I thank you.
JK
