Oh my God! What a view it was. I saw a glow, shining brightly like nothing else. What could it be? I was so stunned and excited about it, I started running after it. And I saw it, it was a diamond. I got tenacious and couldn’t hold myself back. I decided to pick it up. It was hard. But I decided to take it any how, at any cost. I worked hard on it, invested lot of my energy. Ah and finally! I got it. I jumped jubilantly, jumped as high as never before.
Wait, what just happened? No way, I couldn’t believe. My hand got badly hurt and was bleeding like hell. The pain was copious, I couldn’t bear.
What exactly went wrong? I wasn’t able to figure it out. I fell. I cried.
It wasn’t shining anymore. I had a closer look, and there it was. It wasn’t diamond, but a piece of broken wine bottle. It hurt me in every sense. I was lying there alone, devastated, helpless. I wished somebody would come and lifted me up. Nobody came. After some time, I acknowledged that nobody is going to come and was completely forlorn.
After some time, the wound was partially healed. I learned that only I can help me and nobody else. I tried to lift myself up, but fell down. I felt to wait. But I knew waiting is dead end. More I would have waited, more passive I would have become. I decided to not at all take any break. I tried to pick myself up again, but my hand couldn’t bear pressure and fell again. I tried again and failed again. I knew that, not trying to get up because of failure could have ledto my death. It was all about my whole life. I wanted to live desperately. I kept trying and kept falling. I told myself that even if I die, I will die trying and not
lying there on the ground and expecting somebody to help me.
The forgotten self-esteem and dignity revoked. I was no longer afraid to die; I just didn’t want to let myself down in my own eyes.
I did it. I got up, dusted myself off and moved forward, this time with
clearer vision and a lot more temperance.
This is amazing! ❤
ReplyDeleteThank you very much :)
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