I just finished
reading Tuesday’s with Morrie by Mitch albom and if you have had read it once
then maybe; just maybe you would know why I have titled my post so. The truth
is that I have not cried so much, at least not produced so much tears by volume
in the last several years. This book undeniably has struck a few chords with
me. I was weeping thru the life Morrie Schartz and I honestly have no idea why
and I believe may be writing this would fetch me an answer. This is just
another of my aimless self-inquests.
When Morrie battled it
out triumphantly with ALS and died a serene death that many among us
desperately dream about, his left many a men bewildered at its blatant
simplicity. It may forever remain the enigmas of life, the secret of
self-discovery and salvation. It
occurred to me I am a sad example for any form life, no real purpose, no real
dreams and certainly no real ambitions and the worst of all the ugly fact that
I am doing nothing about it.
There are three kinds
of people in this world. Firstly the ones who knows what he wants and does what
must be done, secondly the ones who have
no idea about it and hence does nothing whatsoever about it. These two I
believe must be happy at all points in their life, for the first are a contend
lot and the second bask in evanescence of ignorance and hitherto has nothing to
y and a worry about. But sadly I belong to a third group of troubled, lonesome,
frustrated mob, the ones that what they wants and does nothing about it and
hence settles themselves to self-pity and a life full of discontent and
emptiness. May be it made me realize the emptiness inside of me and that’s why
I cried, maybe I cried because I know what I wanted to be and just realized
that I was nothing that I promised myself I will be.
Mitch talks about a
lot in the 200 pages that the book really is, there was so much love,
compassion and gratitude. These things touch your heart no matter in what
colour and brand they come in. The truth about life is simple, we crave love
and we crave it with all our heart. It is to the soul what fresh air is to the
body, we thrive on it and when we don’t get enough we suffocate and our soul
perishes. I quote from a recent movie “make sure when the final buzzer goes off
on your life BHeeeeee you have no regrets”. I makes me think, How many of us
can really say that if this very moment as I am writing these words and you are
reading these we die, we would have no
regrets. Not me! I could very well haunt the attic of my own house due to the
sheer volume of unfinished business that’s left. May be it’s the realization
that made me cry like a new born.
Or maybe it’s just a
sign that I am still human and I have that small bit of humanity left forgotten
in some deep corner of my institutionalized heart. It always occurred to me
that this was one good excuse or reason however you may take it to provide for
my momentary lapses and occasional tryst with reality. Many a times I have took
shelter under this roof and I see no reason why not today, why not now.
There is one more
reason for the profound volatility that I experience now emotionally, the fact
that life is short and succinct is not one that I am unfamiliar with but the
truth is that I dawns on me time and time again and leaves me in a kind of a
emotional upheaval.
I end now for I have
no more to say!
PS: I don’t know why I
wrote this, I felt a need to. I not know what I meant by it, I just went by my
heart. The truth is my emotions are as mixed up as the post is forgive me!
guide me!