krishna_lit
10-30-2012, 01:56 PM
An elderly man, who seemed to have reached the end of his life was walking on the cliff of a large mountain. His heart was filled with past and his mind was buzzing with thoughts of what he was about to do.
He slowly approached the edge of a cliff, clutching his heart that held the most cumbersome thing of his life, regret.
His life’s regret was that he could but did not do anything worthwhile with his life, he always waited for doing, without actually doing. This he did until he became as old as he was today. Now, he regrets for waiting all along and making his life reach an end, rather than reach a destiny.
He started to speak some words, with punishing pain that laid covert in his entire lifetime.
“I spent my time sitting and waiting for a change in myself,
like a drought land,
waiting for the rainfall,
like poor wet clothes in the chilly winters,
waiting for a slightest Sunrise,
like a coward,
waiting for the death to take him away from his problems,
like a beggar,
waiting for the alms from the passersby,
like a fish in a fouled pond,
waiting there just to stay alive,
like a dried-out tree,
waiting for a lumberjack to cut it down,
like a dead body,
waiting for the clemency, and to leave the world.”
He broke down into tears by saying these words. He moved forward to jump off the cliff, but stood there for a moment and said to himself, “If only I can have just one more chance to live my life!” Saying this he threw himself off that highest cliff…..!
A young man suddenly woke up in his bed, startled at the dream he just had. He instantly understood why he got such a dream. It’s a call for his life.
Written by: Krishna Kanth (Me)
He slowly approached the edge of a cliff, clutching his heart that held the most cumbersome thing of his life, regret.
His life’s regret was that he could but did not do anything worthwhile with his life, he always waited for doing, without actually doing. This he did until he became as old as he was today. Now, he regrets for waiting all along and making his life reach an end, rather than reach a destiny.
He started to speak some words, with punishing pain that laid covert in his entire lifetime.
“I spent my time sitting and waiting for a change in myself,
like a drought land,
waiting for the rainfall,
like poor wet clothes in the chilly winters,
waiting for a slightest Sunrise,
like a coward,
waiting for the death to take him away from his problems,
like a beggar,
waiting for the alms from the passersby,
like a fish in a fouled pond,
waiting there just to stay alive,
like a dried-out tree,
waiting for a lumberjack to cut it down,
like a dead body,
waiting for the clemency, and to leave the world.”
He broke down into tears by saying these words. He moved forward to jump off the cliff, but stood there for a moment and said to himself, “If only I can have just one more chance to live my life!” Saying this he threw himself off that highest cliff…..!
A young man suddenly woke up in his bed, startled at the dream he just had. He instantly understood why he got such a dream. It’s a call for his life.
Written by: Krishna Kanth (Me)