Saint Rantic

It was cold!!! So cold that I could feel the weight of the blood in my arms and I could feel the cold of the rain taking the heat away from my eyes. I could somehow feel the presence of life within me and the absence of it outside. The difference was stark, yet incomprehensible. It was the most obvious, yet so inexplicable. It was nature, with all her beauty, teaching me the lesson that we as humans should have learnt, or rather would have learnt and forgotten.

I slowed my pace and felt the rain, with its cold fury. I decided to feel life by feeling the absence of it. I slowed further down, like a horse trotting on a new found road, after galloping through the unknowns. I was getting wet, I was shivering, and that was the willing fee I was giving mother nature for making me feel life once more. What I felt was something I felt before I learned to speak, and hence I have no words to describe it. What I felt was something that I forgot before I learnt to speak, and therefore those memories cannot be described. What I felt was bliss, such a bliss that cannot be parelleled with anything that I have ever felt before in my life from the time I could talk.

Then I saw something that gave me the meaning of the deluge of the feelings that I felt at that time. A small plant wedged between two big rocks. It was convoluted and bend, because of the rocks that It was surrounded and covered with. I felt it never had a chance to grow, yet it had small flowers on it. Moreover it had all the leaves which were somehow made to face the Sun. And there it was, enjoying the rain!!!! I just could not help myself thinking about a song by Dana Mase called “A Little Light” which I came across a few years back. It ends like this:

Like a flower reaches the sun through the concrete and the rocks
I’ll reach with my foolish heart
So give me light, let me grow, you never know, you never know,
How far a little light will go.

I stopped. I felt the weakness in my knees. I could feel my heartbeats. I did not, however, feel the rain.

Isn’t this the way we should live? Shouldn’t we live according to our nature, no matter how ever convoluted and negative the surroundings are? Isn’t this called fighting for the values that one stands for? Isn’t this called Integrity? Isn’t it sooo natural!!!!!!

No matter if its roots are in concrete the plant still looks for sunlight. It still looks for its survival and happiness. Shouldn’t we also look for our own happiness. Isn’t that the natural purpose of one’s life… his/her happiness. Isn’t such a thing called quest or purpose of life?

A plant never depends on another plant for its journey of seeking sunlight. Doesn’t this mean that by nature the human happiness should be defined in an objective manner and not a subjective manner?

Happiness is objective and never subjective, it is within you and it is the sole purpose of your life. This is the natural way to live and the purpose as finding the happiness within you.

Life is not only beautiful, its wonderful!!!!!!