Waking up to a bright sun is something one rarely gets to experience in monsoon. But sometimes, it need not be August to rain like it does in monsoon. I know it’s a cliched expression; but yes, for some people it’s rain 24/7 in their hearts. Their bodies wreak of stagnant tear drops, and the sun never comes out to dry them out of their gloom. It just seems nice to stay back in bed, sleep all day and do nothing. It’s the perfectly seeming way out of this world. The sun’s not out, so it’ll be muddy, it’ll not be a normal day. It’s not right. You’re just not right. Everything’s just not right.
Yes, it’s very poetic and all. But our miseries do not make us who we are. What makes us who we are is the ability to get out of the bed, jerk the tear drops away, wear the rain boots and the rain coat, and grab that umbrella and step out into the world.
Our umbrella’s will be our shelter from the downpour; the things that hurt us. Our boots will give us the grip to hold on to the ground, and walk through the mud, walk on the ground. And as we wait for the rain to stop it just keeps on getting stronger and stronger. It makes things hard for us; it makes life hard for us. But that’s how it is. This is your reality. The rain is your reality. the mud covered, broken side walks are your only option. But hey, you just can’t make it.
You think you can’t. But you can.
You can walk through the storms, even if it’s not monsoon. That’s just how life is for you. You will get out of this bed, this cocoon of misery, and you will get out and show the rain you can conquer it. You can get through the day. And when you reach the place you wanted to go to, the struggle will have been worth it.
Or would it?
The time lost, the energy spent, the days spent worrying, the stress endured, the emptiness felt, the vacuum flushed into the life, the wrinkles ironed, the hair that fell; is it worth it?
And you call this being in touch with reality?
Maybe losing one’s self is the reality. Maybe the rain might not wash us down, but it washes us inside out, and leaves us hollow and empty.
It’s scary. Reality.
But we love the rain. It’s so romantic. The idea of it. Don’t we?
We love our lives, no?
Also, sunshine is overrated.
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