The Gleams of the Truth that never was

Lying on my bed humming to the tune of my favorite song which was stuck on my mind for the past few days, I kept on thinking about the same thing over and over again… why do the best things in life always come to an end like childhood, college days etc... Great philosophers have talked about this particular topic a lot and they all talk about how it is necessary for something beautiful to end for something more beautiful to begin and how change is the only constant in this world. I am just a ‘nobody’ and I don’t have any authority or position to even think of contradicting the thoughts of these great minds but my small mind doesn’t want to accept the fact that something more beautiful always follows when something beautiful ends. According to me the childhood days were the best in my life so far, the sheer feeling of joy with the attainment of the smallest of things is a feeling I would give anything to get back right now, teenage and adolescence obviously have their perks but are they really better than the childhood days, I guess not. 

According to me it’s not about things getting better and better as we grow up but learning more and more each day and if we are stuck at one thing in life we won’t be able to grow as a person… if we don’t make mistakes, we won’t learn from them; if we don’t cry, we won’t appreciate happiness….  God, Allah, Bhagvaan, whoever you believe in surely has a smart mind, he doesn’t want us to grow coz life will get better and better but coz he wants us to feel everything in our short lives and pass them to our next generations so that life is a bit easier for them and isn’t that what our parents do for us; try to make life as good as possible for us and may be one day we will do the same. 

Life doesn’t always have to be beautiful, but just the belief that things will get better even at our darkest moments is what keeps us going. Sometimes the pain that life gives seems unbearable but for that also God has the best medicine—time… in the abyss of gloom, the faintest glint of hope is enough to make us go through another day and the day after that and then in the commotion of life we find a companion who is ready to share the baggage, someone we had no idea of ever meeting but they make life simpler and fun again, it feels we are meant to be together forever …… but what are we supposed to do when life plays a cruel joke on us and we lose that person … just leaving us like dissolving into an oblivion forever….