Kipling aftermath
“If”(Rudyard Kipling) looks so good after so many days, for a special reason. A random personal turmoil with which ,of late, I am enough habituated. A few rude shocks here and there make me to realize that it is not easy to become a man if you don’t have a mental chimera to endure the pain and keep moving forward. It’s one of the sad parts of life, you feel low when life hits you hard, at the same time you know you cannot allow the luxuriant pain to go abruptly till it takes the better of you, simply you can’t. You have to be focused without losing faith from yourself and need to keep on saying, this too shall pass.I can understand even facing your closed once ,who have the faith on you, becomes terribly difficult. Let alone those narcissists who will be happy if you screw it up and but will show off their false sympathy. But let face it. It will give you the fuel to keep yourself awake in the midnight rather having a rubbish sweet nap under your comfortable quilt.As Plato said we cannot acquire knowledge we just recollect the truth. And rough patches of your life will make you realize that you can surpass it. Here, life tests you. You have the resolution at your own disposal, it is just killing yourself for retribution.Whether you are good enough to get the brand of life or will remain to be an easy going one who just gets a life but never acquires the skill of living it. Here by living a life I mean to say, fighting and keeping your head high without breathing “a word about your loss”. It’s not that you want to prove those vitriol wrong it is all about proving that you were correct when you said you deserve every broth of it.
Anyway coming back to life I would like to mention a few lines of Linking Park with a small modification which can disrupt the taste all together. Still I do,pardon.
I tried so hard/ Got so far/ And in the end it all matters.
And it will matter,I believe.
“… If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son! ” -Rudyard Kipling
