Since the day I came across these thoughts in the post “Who are you?”, A question that has been disturbing me is..What is life? What’s there in life that we are so eager to live each and every moment of it? what makes you love? Why are we always curious to know about future? etc…
I have always been thinking of these questions in my spare time and the only reality I accept every time out of it is that, “it isn’t the years that produce success, it isn’t the stability that encourages you to live your life..live your lives together..it’s the love, the efforts, the care which you put in ..that gets counted.”.
One of our neighbors divorced with his wife. Recently I met him on my road and we got change to chat a little about ourselves. The pain in his words was clearly visible when he said, “we divorced a year ago, it took me some time to get out of it but now I always remain calm, I always keep travelling or sleeping.”.
I asked him what he did before he divorced her?
He said, He once built beautiful home that was stable and strong. He built one for his wife, but after years of being there, they couldn’t last long with their relationship and the same house now lives empty. He said, he now a days misses so much to her and he don’t even know what to do with that house, he wants to let it go but he couldn’t.
On the other hand, on the other day, I saw another man with his pregnant wife. They were waiting for someone at the bus stop. His wife tried to put on the shoes but as we know, it isn’t the simple task for them especially when you can’t even see your own feet. Immediately husband slid down and helped her to put them on. He looked exhausted, he was just seconds away from falling into sleep. But he still slid and helped her. He went back to sit when he thought tat now she could move further and finish the task of putting on the shoes.
By the time, she was about to knot the last knot of the shoe lace, struggling to get it right, she exhaled little more. He heard it, he knew it was her. he leaned down again without frustration and tied the lace. Little smile on both of their faces.
I was looking at him and a the same time, I was bursting with my thoughts, that, It isn’t the house. It isn’t the stable job and the keeping our feet on the same piece of land, it isn’t the forty years of furniture and picture frames that keep two people together…a life that looks perfect and stable will not make us stay. Good jobs, paychecks, houses that have bay windows, and the years we spent building them will not be what make us stay in their arms.
Somewhere in the stretch of those few seconds that her husband almost fell back asleep, there was a building in my chest as I watched her struggle to put that shoe on. But when that man fell to his knees to help her, despite the fact that he had just been down there minutes earlier, despite his exhaustion, regardless of the ungodly germs on that floor, that’s when I realized that love isn’t about the days you have been together, it’s about the the bond, the madness about each other, the feelings..that is what love is..
Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.”