Life is a song...
A song for the living
And Death, for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death, a note unsaid!
Far far away, there was a man who, in his bewilderment,
perceived life as a dark and storming sea;
all the peple are chained to their past
and he is sinking fast to the depths of this abysmal ocean of life.
But then he realized that the chains and shackles were not locking his limbs.
It was his mind in the unyielding clasp of these manacles.
He swam and swam
with his eyes closed, heart pounding and mind abased.
All he wanted was to get out of this atramentous ocean.
At times, he thought of letting it go nd meet his fate.
He thought he was of no use to the world and there was nothing left in his life.
At this very momemt a flash of a thought gleamed across his mind
And he told himself:
Dear me!
When something becomes “nothing”, it becomes "something".
"Nothing” is my reward for too much "something".
“Nothing” is my punishment for not enough "something".
He swam out.....half dead...
Opening his eyes, he found himself on the shore of a beautiful island
but then he realized the dilemma...
he had lost himself in the dark ocean.
What remained was a hollow reflection of himself, staring at the colossal island.
He realized that his convictions were actually his afterthoughts.
While he was in that stance, reconning if it was a dream,
there came a butterfly...
full of chromaticity...
every angelic colour of life was conspicuous in its wings...
He speculated that he would find HIMSELF on this island.
He followed that butterfly...
he had all credence in that very beautiful piece of God's magnum opus...
he thought that this creature can lead him to himself...
and he was right...
In search of himself,
he fell victim to the stereotypes of others.
He looked past the shores of circumstance
to find substance where truth and fiction change places at a whim
He reached out for answers to the questions that didn’t exist;
to find meaning in the ones that do.
He evolved neither out of chance nor fear,
but to recognize his face in the mirror
.People told him life was a dream
where they couldn't explain what they mean.
Then finally, he understood what life is by his experience.
He now had the perspicacitythat life is not a monstrous ocean
but...
LIFE IS A SONG
Because in the beginning, there is mystery; in the end, there is confirmation; but it's in the middle where all the emotions reside to make the whole thing worthwhile...
Then he asked himself
"Who am I...???"
The reply was...
I am love, energy, and creativity.
I am a pure, blinding, compulsive joy that knows no bounds and spreads far and wide; infinitesimally small yet vast beyond comprehension.
Who I am has no container if you remove my physical, societal confines...
More importantly I am one of the chords of this song of life...
what are the other chords...??????
He told himself:
My loved ones.....
"Family","friends" and all those things I love...
Without these chords I can't complete my song because I alone am a single chord...
but when all of us are together,
we make a symphony, our influence can set off such a cacophony of incredibly positive energy that its chain reaction reaches farther than we likely will ever know....
My Life is a song
A song is for the living
And Death, for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death, a note unsaid....
by
Ali nawaz 2nd yr MBBS SWMC &
Farhan Ashraf 2nd yr MBBS KEMU
