The End

This is the feeling I envy the most. That heart-rending, palpitating numbness that you get when your senses have to face something hard to digest! Humans exist as the followers of various isms, holding on to their own principles. Some dwell in skepticism. Some, atheism. Regardless of the form and the category they choose, there’s one darned belief common to all: The concept of leaving it all. Of bidding adieu to the existing life! Of breathing it out for the very last time! Of rhyming with the death bells one last time! We have been gifted a deceivingly beautiful bounty- this life. Every faculty of our existence is immersed into making it worthwhile. The ways and means may be different but they ultimately lead to the same frigging destination. In the end, there has to be a full stop to it. Willingly or not, we are bound to give in. Such is life (read laaaife!), dearies! Sigh!

Discreetness is in our genes. Cunningness, repulsiveness, vileness make us. So do the feelings of love, warmth and care. Such a perfect combo it is! Our life gives us fair chances of living every moment in whatever way we want to. Feelings like love, care, happiness, sorrow et al are the ingredients of our reaction to some particular situation. We respond only when we sense the stimuli, feel them and relate them to our lives. Attachments; no matter how fragile or strong they are, give us the ability to colligate these inputs. This one thing that I’ve been observing since I-don’t-know-when is that we display the best form of reactions only when we put ourselves in the situations we turn our faces to. The only beings we can’t ever think of deceiving is us. We prioritize ourselves over anything whatsoever. So, the bestest responses come out at the end of this process only. That’s how it goes.

The news of someone dying gives us a realization that it’s all going to perish one day. This understanding weighs more on the balance when we put ourselves in their shoes. Today it’s someone else, tomorrow it could be us. The gravity of the situation lies in the fact that, yes, we are accepting that the final hour is going to come- no matter what. I’m sure there goes no difference in opinions regarding this. However, my little sister, some days ago seemed to be too sure that she’s going to live for ages! Children are funny, seriously. Anyway, one day, she will grow up to the reality of this life. But we have the mentality and the attitude which can help us ponder things sagely.

Everyone has to kick the bucket at the pre-destined hour. This is such inevitable reality that no matter how ignorant we seem to act about it, it won’t care. It will definitely knock our doors some day. There will be a farewell from the beloved ones. This temporary phase started, only for an end. It may seem unimportant and its oh-so lowliness may engulf us for now, but then, we’ll have to savour it. Like it or not, I’ll take you away; says the Angel of Death! How unromantic, no?

Tail-piece: Every breath of ours moves us closer to the end. Living it to the fullest won’t do, living it worthwhile will.

© Aiman