She says that having courage does not mean that we are unafraid.
Having courage means that we have faced our fears. We are able to say “I have fallen but I will get up”. As she
listens to these words of wisdom, tears choke up her throat. There is a
her-story ( not history) that lies behind the choke felt in the throat.
Thinking of the days where she had struggled, alone, brings immense pain. Every
day was about fighting with the weak spirits, a tornado, tugging on the door
and thrashing on the window pain, of a room she called her ‘home’. Every night,
the waters of anguish would get dried on the pillow she would try to rest on.
The next morning, cloaked in the colors of her clothes, she would stride, to
face the dreariness and the new-ness that the day would bring along. There were
some days which would teach her so much about the pain of others that her fears
seemed like a tiny ant in front of an elephant. Each day she tried to be
grateful for things she had and people she met. There were days she would be so
absorbed by the cacophony of existential questions, that the thought of leaving
the life offered more solace than finding the answers. But she knew that life
was a gift, that no matter how much she cursed and berated herself, there were
parts of her which she loved. The only difference was that she had stopped
loving herself. Life had become a never ending struggle of proving her worth to
people around. Faith and Hope had become her long lost friends. In
the midst of all this, she continued to rise. She had heard someone say “Fall
down seven times, stand up eight”. In fact she had become habitual of standing
up so much that she lost the count.
Today the struggle
continues. With-in self. There are a million tug of wars that have churned out
threads of this ball of heart. The mind is rest-less. Peace is yearned for. At
times she wonders “Does peace feels peaceful enough? Or is it just our
projection of how peace is synonymous to bliss?” Life never stops; volcanoes
shall erupt, waters shall rise and earth shall split, yet life shall continue…..Till
when? She asks…….
A whisper says“You may not control all the events that
happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them”
With tears streaming
down her face she said “ I’ll try” as she always did…………
P.S: The lines in italics
in the beginning and at the end have been said by Maya Angelou.
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