I Hope For A Better Future

I Hope For A Better Future
I held her hand tightly in my hand.  Her tiny fingers dug into my palm, and I made sure I enjoyed every twitch I felt while I walked to the park. Our walk was not a long one, but it was long enough to propel some deep thoughts within me. Little did I know that they were going to push some deeper thoughts within me, and they were going to rumble up a storm within me. In a few months, her hand is going to grow beyond the grip of my palm, and although it is certainly going to be some time, but there is certainly going to be a day when she is going to feel a lot more comfortable when someone else holds her hand.



My grip is going to become redundant from that time. The other hand’s grip is going to be a lot stronger than mine, I know. She is going to require a stronger grip  and a more powerful hand than mine to wade through this world, I know. This is going to be when she is going to form a world of her own, and I shall not be a part of it. I wonder if I ought to look forward to that time or if I should enjoy whatever bliss I hold in my hand today. Her tiny fingers  dug deeper into my palm, and I clutched the piece of heaven in my hands a bit tighter.



If I pause to look back at my yesterday, I see a lot of conflict and tension encapsulated behind the bliss I experience today. I’m not sure if the bliss I experience today is in any way proportional to whatever I went through. I don’t think I should expect any congruency between the two polarities, but when one has been through a lot of adverse situations in life, it is quite normal to expect at least a bit of positivity from life. Most of us are often compensated for our negative experiences in a positive manner, but the point remains that none of us are happy with the amount of positivity one gets in return for whatever amount of negativity one has experienced. There is always a sense of being cheated by life.



Life never gives back in the same ratio as it takes. This is a theorem all of us have to understand and absorb to its very roots like the Pythagoras Theorem. Whatever joy and happiness I experience today by virtue of Zeenat being with me is not proportionate to any amount of whatever I have been through. It is never going to be. Nothing can ever be.



Whatever is lost is gone and lost forever. Whatever bliss and happiness life gives us is always evanescent. Whatever bliss and happiness I experience while I hold Zeenat’s hand today is going to fade into the ether as soon as the incumbent moment moves away. It is certainly going to be replaced with a different joy and ecstasy, but the typical flavour held within these moments is going to be lost in the mist of time never to be found in the same form again.



There is to be a haze all around me for a long time to come. The mist shall guard me against whatever adversities time has in store for me. It will make many more moments a lot more bearable for me. I hope they really are a bit better.