The other day, in the chemo day care room, I saw an elderly lady undergoing chemo therapy. It seemed that she was suffering so much that she was almost unconscious. I felt very sad on seeing her suffering and wondered why God was putting an old lady through it.
While I was trying to jerk myself out of this state of sadness, a gentleman, emerged out of one of the cabins, moving the curtain enough to reveal the patient inside. It was a frail young boy of about 16 years ! I was numbed! This seemed even more unfair! He had not tasted life as yet! Why should this little thing suffer?
Somewhere, I felt angry. I did not want anybody to suffer, to feel pain. I remembered my father being wheeled from one room to another in the hospital. I remembered the pain and the suffering that he had gone through. I remember him being numb with pain and I thought that God was so unfair.
Weren’t the pain and the suffering the reasons for the quest of the great Buddha? I do know that sadness, pain, suffering and loss are as much a part of life as are happiness, love and peace. Keeping my faith in the Almighty, I sent up a silent prayer for the aged lady and the little boy.
Ever since I have been fighting cancer, my own perspective of life has changed. I realize that Life is a blessing of God. Every moment that we have to live we must live it King size with no regrets.
When I look around me, I see the leaves on the trees are greener than ever before, there are flowers everywhere and there are beautiful green butterflies. Have you noticed them too? I notice the children playing around with such exuberance. I see the burst of colour and energy around me. I have begun noticing the colour of the sky, the formation of birds in flight and the expressions on people’s faces as they chat.
I realize that every day needs to be lived with love and cherished. If we could fill our cups with joys, big or small, the sorrows may seem less. My father was content with life. He always said that he had nothing more to ask for. At that time I did not completely understand what he meant. But now I think I do. It is important to count our blessings. Since life is a blessing, we need to celebrate it!
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Yes I agree with you Sarbari. Life is a blessing. If we count our blessings and look at life with a positive attitude we remain content and happy. Like you now understand what your father meant. The sooner we understand this, better for us but we often do not understand till life takes us through pain and suffering and actually teaches us to count our blessings. Why wait till then ? God has given us life and we must thank Him for it. He gives and He takes. It is his right. We must make the most of every minute that we have, celebrate it, always be sensitive to others feelings and make life worth living ! Am I right ?
ReplyDeleteWhen you can't fall asleep, instead of counting sheep, count your blessings.
ReplyDeleteGod bless you Sarbari! you are such an inspiration to all of us. And hey! You are great at writing too! :-)
ReplyDeleteLoking forward to many more posta from you.
Hi didi,really baba was a very happy man.He seemed to be so happy,living a simple life.I thank God for giving us a baba like him.Always there when we needed him,no matter how small the matter is.I really miss him so much.
ReplyDeleteHey Anj, Ena, I so agree with you! We take a lot for granted...There is a lot more beauty in this world than we see!!:)
ReplyDeleteHey Nita! Don't embarrass me but do keep reading and posting your comments!:)
ReplyDeleteYes Mithu! Hope I can say like baba on the last phase of my life!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post. I loved it. Thanks for sharing your inner realizations.
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