The Virtue Of Gratitude

I was subjected to all sorts of philosophical experiments throughout my life. The reminiscence of those painful and heart throbbing memories still haunts me in my sleep. Sometimes even the slightest temper, indulges me in rekindling those past circumstances. No one knows the feeling of falling into a sorrowful abyss, until it breaks you into pieces that scatters around like dust blowing through the wind. The mumbling and grumbling that I hear around myself strangles my neck like a prisoner who is hanged till death, I waited for them to disappear but they seem to be persisting and persevering as an omnipresent entity in my memories.

The magnificent essence that savoured my life, came in the most obvious and insignificant way, Friendship. Most of you might have guessed love but the latter fails to prove its audacity. The nobility of a good friendship is unfathomable, first it protects you with it’s fledges, then it pushes you down from the hill top that’s the irony of it. The obligation that results because of friendship is something that one cannot rely on. A wise man once said “keep your friends close, and your enemies closer”, But it doesn’t work out in the case when you can’t differentiate between your friend and enemy.

I’ve been betrayed and deceived even by my most trusted friends and I created a feud that became eternal;So I sheltered myself inside the magical castle known as “The Fortress of Solitude”. When things went down the only shelter I had was my loneliness. But I didn’t know that it was sucking my very own marrow out of life. There was this line from a poem that I read during my high school days, which was written by Rudyard Kipling, 'The art of manliness' - “if you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two imposters just the same”. These lines persuaded me in believing the virtue of sanguinity and made me as a peace monger. I tried to follow "carpe diem",trying to cherish and make use of every moment in life.

There were times when I would gaze at the meadows, witnessing the marvellous beauty in Oneness of life. But nowadays even the sweetest symphony of Mozart, I heard have become a melancholic song. There are some naive people in the world trying to ensnare the credits of a fellow human. They never repent for their mistakes, and their ambiguous view of gratitude makes me want to throw up. The thoughts and clichés that grew up in my mind became more insatiable. My endeavours were never finished and the shattered dimensions started closing in badly.

The faith in serenity builds your inner self, the value of life is not known until the latter leaves and all you can to do is nothing but grieve. The pestering evil that lurks in all of us perpetuates us into the vile of darkness. I started seeking meticulously for the silver lining even in those men full of vile in their hearts. The endurance of facing nefarious things in one’s life cannot bring happiness. The battered ones are the most considerate people. I was surrounded by narcissistic and egocentric people. I became more cynical about the world waiting for my liberation. I’ve become the most obnoxious person that everyone despises.

I am not a good judicious person, when it comes to my fellowship with neighbours. But I have seen a lot of prejudicial attitude, in people around me. Wailing alone in the darkness did me no good. "The evil done by men lives after them but the good is oft interred with their bones”. Yet I smile, waiting for the gratitude that I deserve because the moment we lose our patience, we lose our ability to perceive the inherent quality of goodness; Yet I smile……