Sunday, June 5, 2011 at 5:45 am
Just when I thought I’d given a realistic end to my day, something popped in my head and BAM!!!— I begged for the unreal. It was Mr. Reality check who knocked at the door of my little heart and wanted to deliver a message on behalf of the bitch named Death: the message of uncertainty, insecurity, and fear. BAM!—the real is yet to come; BAM!—the real is yet to be faced; BAM!— the real is yet to be conquered. In that moment of truth, all the realities in which I was living were belittled, and it made me feel like a pseudo survivor.
We all say, the realist way of life is ‘the’ way and is favoured over our reveries. But how real can realism be? Are we really equipped to handle the ‘real’ stuff? And if yes, then to what extent can we stand up to it and still enjoy life to the fullest?
Realities of life, people, and our own selves can be very demanding and can certainly throw us out of our composure, and unbalance our pursuits.
There are certain stages that have to be crossed, certain rituals to be followed, and certain limitations to be felt despite our gallantry awards and achievements in this life. No matter how despising the world could seem to be to your comfort zone—a nice place to be, it is still worth it to be a little bit of a ‘reelist’ over a ‘realist’, in those edgy moments.
And yes, coming back to me, after the lightening thunder, to my comfort came a verse:
… AS YOUR DAY, SO SHALL YOUR STRENGTH BE.
DEUTRONOMY 33:25, THE BIBLE