I won't be so amazed to say that, we all are in a play. We all have our own role to play, own dialogues and own character. However i do feel that we all are dealing with the same issues, the same problems and same joys. yes, no doubts that the scenario differs, but at the end of the day, we all are in a play which is not written by us. We don't know what is going to happen next. all that we know is - survive.
This sudden thought struck my mind today, while traveling in a local train. I encountered a small girl asking for penny to every passenger. A lady compassionately smiled at her and give her the pack of chips that she had. The joy that I saw on that kid's face was similar to me or I should say all of us when we were in our childhood. getting a chocolate from someone was the best thing that could ever happen to us as a child. I kept observing that little girl with her older brother, playing and enjoying each bite of chips that she was holding.
I feel there are certain feelings, joys and hopes in our lives that come irrespective of economic classes and our social background. The act of begging is something that has come to her as naturally as speaking and walking. She must have got to learn train travelings and tricks to lure people even before learning how to smile. For a life which is so bleak and dim, where each day is a fight to survival, don't you think there is still a seed of aspiration somewhere?
She must be asking pennies with her empty hand but, i am sure her hands would get filled with hopes and desires for future someday. begging has came naturally to her but, aspiring is something that she has within. I believe, we all are on the same stage. Struggling and surviving, in our peer groups or in front of our parents. We feel like dying often and most of us take that drastic step too. Don't you think that if this kid is still finding joy in her life and smiling through all the pains that she is suffering from, then we must also not give up in our fights. If this poor fairy has her aspiring soul inside then why are we giving up so early?
We all are actors in a play. We have our own roles to play. What matters is not to give up because giving up might not kill you but it will definitely kill your heart daily.
This sudden thought struck my mind today, while traveling in a local train. I encountered a small girl asking for penny to every passenger. A lady compassionately smiled at her and give her the pack of chips that she had. The joy that I saw on that kid's face was similar to me or I should say all of us when we were in our childhood. getting a chocolate from someone was the best thing that could ever happen to us as a child. I kept observing that little girl with her older brother, playing and enjoying each bite of chips that she was holding.
I feel there are certain feelings, joys and hopes in our lives that come irrespective of economic classes and our social background. The act of begging is something that has come to her as naturally as speaking and walking. She must have got to learn train travelings and tricks to lure people even before learning how to smile. For a life which is so bleak and dim, where each day is a fight to survival, don't you think there is still a seed of aspiration somewhere?
She must be asking pennies with her empty hand but, i am sure her hands would get filled with hopes and desires for future someday. begging has came naturally to her but, aspiring is something that she has within. I believe, we all are on the same stage. Struggling and surviving, in our peer groups or in front of our parents. We feel like dying often and most of us take that drastic step too. Don't you think that if this kid is still finding joy in her life and smiling through all the pains that she is suffering from, then we must also not give up in our fights. If this poor fairy has her aspiring soul inside then why are we giving up so early?
We all are actors in a play. We have our own roles to play. What matters is not to give up because giving up might not kill you but it will definitely kill your heart daily.
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