Saturday, February 10, 2007

The light at the end of the tunnel

Life !!! It has so much to give. There is so much to see, so much to experience and so much to learn from it. But why did it have to be unpredictable? Umm .. maybe that’s what makes life interesting. However, sometimes I wish I had a crystal ball to look into my future. To look at what I would be doing a few years from now. But in the game of life, you have to go through the set of surprises that are in store for you. Thankfully it also gives you one saving grace... "HOPE".

Hope!!! Something everyone lives with, something no one can live without. Though sometimes, it seems to be a persistent illogical desire for life to get better over time.

Matters that are not in our control are left on hope. Always hoping and praying that the ALMIGHTY would give us the best. Most of the time we end up expecting more than we deserve. We might even realize that we did get a part of something we had hoped for. But… mortals that we are, we are left with the feeling lingering around, that maybe.. maybe what we have received from life was not enough. Maybe what we have would get better over time. Or maybe the ALMIGHTLY has been answering our prayers in installments :-) and eventually leaving us with the hope, that someday, we’ll get what we had hoped for in its entirety. And again hoping against hope, that someday, the grass will be greener on our side of the fence.

After working for a couple of years in one campus being asked to move to a new place is big change. Parting with friends to move on. Somehow it feels like it would be the first day at office. To go with the hope that u could probably meet someone u know. It feels like going to a new school. Going to a new place where there a lot of unfamiliar people. But... that’s what life is all about. It is like getting into a long dark tunnel. Not sure of the way, but the light I see at the end of the tunnel beckons me, telling me that there is something good in store for me. I’m not sure if the beckoning is an intuition or my hope. Only time would tell me that .. :-)

Sometimes I wonder what drives a person to take away his own life. If they had even an ounce of hope they would probably think of living life rather than leaving it.
Think about the farmer who hopes for rains at the right time of the year to wet the soil, to get the fruit of his toil.
The hope of a mother with her unborn child in her womb. The hope that she would carry her bundle of joy in her arms one day.
The hope of a wife whose husband is at war. The hope that he would come back to her.
The hope that there should be no riots. The hope that a war ends soon. The hope for peace. The hope that we can live life with dignity. Without the fear of being targeted based on religions, states and nationalities.

Hope is like the fuel put into the worn out car of life. It helps you drive on. On less familiar roads, to unknown realms, making you look forward to something or for something. There is an adage “Don’t deprive someone of hope. It might be the only thing they have”. I could never disagree.