Success In Life

Success In Life
An element of fiction crept into my world when she left me that day. I had to believe in the fictive element because it was stronger than any reality it had replaced. She had pulled my being down to the curtains over reality by walking out of it, and yet I wasn’t prepared to believe the sun had really set in the horizon till I was actually saw it going down. The sun has not completely set in the horizon yet. It is still to shine over me for quite some time. The element of fiction that was always a part of my life is still there, and it is better and more important for me than all realities in the world.

The problem is that the element of fiction I hold in my mind is not always going to be potent and strong enough to help me live a better life than the one  I live now. I need something more powerful and strong than merely a fictive element to live another day, and live it happily. I planned to replace the fictive element in my life with the fact she presented in the form of her presence before me, but she chose to crush the reality of my life along with the fictive element in it with the ruthlessness of a butcher who slaughters a goat to make some money.

The implicit question at this point of time is whether I can afford to remain standing where I do. The situation is that she has left me stranded on a beach with sea and surf, but without any sand. There were only rocks that stand out more prominently than anything else in on the beach. I cannot possibly remain standing where I have been standing. I have to move on, or choose to be crushed by the pressure of the waves with rocks below me. Someone asks me again if I choose to stay where I stand.

Well, the answer to this is a sharp ‘no’. Stagnancy is never appreciated in life, and it is always akin to staleness. Only water flowing down a slope is can be said to be fresh and pure. I simply can’t remain standing where I am, I have to move on. I want an element of freshness and purity imbibed within me by virtue of being on the march. Only those who continue to march and keep moving are the ones to reach a definite goal, but they are also sure to reach a dead end too, if they don’t plan their journey well.

My movement has not been planned in the way it should have been. It is sure to lead to a definite end, and it cannot be a far-away-deal. The problem has been there has been a lack of planning of the journey. There are a lot of twists and turns along the way, there have been a lot of curves and bends along the way, the curvaceous path has certainly delayed my  journey. The worst part of it is the dead-end I am destined to meet is not going to be quite far off. But the only point of harmony is that the wall I am destined to walk into shall certainly give a definite direction to my trudge. I feel sure it shall deflect me to the correct path.

I only wonder why I have been shown the way to the wall before being guided to a definite end. I admire everyone else who has been guided to the end without having to barge into the wall before finding one’s way to a definite end. They have been quite lucky and fortunate because they have got to the end without having to go through all that I had to. They had their own adventures and life wasn’t easy for any of them, I know, but what torments me is that at the end of the day, they are at the end of their journey, while I’m yet to begin.

I do wonder if there is some truth in the parable that those who reach the end after a long and strong struggle are in a better position to appreciate the end of the journey. Allegedly, they are the ones who know the real meaning of success. So, this means I’ll be able to appreciate it a lot more when I finally get to the end. Those who have already completed the journey, and almost everyone except me has done it, are the ones who don’t know the value of getting to the end and the typical joy that comes with being at the end because it was a natural process for them.

They did get to the end before me, so they have been rewarded in a typical manner I shall never be able to appreciate the joy they have, but they can never appreciate the joy and satisfaction I shall have when I complete the journey in my own typical manner despite all the hindrances I have to put up with while I’m on my way. I shall be able to enjoy and appreciate two forms of joys---that of completing the journey and that of completing it despite all the odds life put before me.

I’ve already been robbed of the joy of being the first to reach the end, but it is only reaching the end that is important. Those who get there first of all are rewarded in a typically different manner, but I shall have to be content with the rewards I get. Life has not been ordinary with me, and neither has it been extraordinary, but it has been a typical experience for me.

The reward I get shall be of a typically different manner like everything else in my life has been. This is going to ennoble me in my eyes and only in my eyes. It is not going to make any difference to the perception of others. The world only looks at success and fame. It doesn’t look at the paths one has had to walk on to get to the end. Success is only the tip of the iceberg which is made of a lot of patience and perseverance lying submerged beneath the surface of water. Success is only the visible part of the iceberg.

There are a lot of failures one has to put up before one can walk up to claim medals that declare you to be successful. There are a lot of hardships one has to go through before you can claim to be successful in life. Hardships are a part of reality of my life, and success is merely a part of fiction. The hardships I have to face in my life now that she is no more a  part of it shall have to be faced with a straight face. I don’t have an option.

I only hope they are followed by the fabled success in life.