Tears have worth when they are filled in the eyes. When they roll down, they cease to exist but undoubtedly leave a highly moving affect, that takes really long to dwindle in its being. Some things in life have really big meaning and purpose, but very brief existence.
When I was a kid, I always wondered how life would be when I’d grow up. I always saw my elders as superiors, because they were able to do anything on their own. They never had to ask for permissions and they never had to follow commands. In those days, I eagerly waited for the time when I would also be an adult, in order to be free in doing whatever my heart desired. In this urge to be a grown up, I looked for every opportunity to prove myself as one.
You know, human nature is really strange. Most of the times, we judge people by how they look like, we take one’s outlook as the first impression of their personality, but we just forget that the reality of a person lies deep down in their heart, their heart is their identity. Not how they are dressed up, not how they cast their looks but how they feel, how they react when you tell them something pertaining to emotional issues. I was no different !! I started dressing up like a grown up, I tried to copy their postures, how they sat, how they talked, how they laughed and how they commented. I tried to copy all of that. In that whole process, I forgot to live my childhood…and that time just flew away, never to return!
When a baby is born, he cannot crawl. That’s a time period. One day he learns to crawl, all by himself. Then he crawls and explores every corner of the house. Then he learns to stand. There starts another phase of learning. He walks and smiles and spreads happiness all around. So, like that, passing through different phases of his life, he turns into a fine grown up. He enjoyed all this time of learning and fun. He smiled a thousand times, he laughed, giggled and made everyone around him feel happy.
Life is made of moments….tiny little moments. The misery with some of us is, we make these moments inter-depending. We waste our moments of bliss by sacrificing them to the gods of hurting momories. We lose our charming and unique instincts by giving them off to the ruthless winds of ungrateful events.
The tiny little moments, be they cute or ugly, should be given due attention so that they don’t undermine the value of each other. This is one of the trait of effective people. They do not let the memories of sadness prevail the moments of bliss and joy and they also learn from the moments of unrest and peacelessness.
The tears when roll down, cease to exist and their moment is gone. Every little things in life is mainly a moment, a specific frame and it should stay intact as such. This gives other entities of life their chance to grow and become worthwhile.
