I often wonder how different my life might have been if Naveed had not made his striking entry into it. If it was not him it could have been someone else. But destiny had us meeting on a specific date, with a purpose. . . we wed.
The point is not who crosses our course, it is the impact they leave which matters. I have had my share of disappointments, heartaches, miseries, fortunately I survived them all. There was a chance that I hang myself from the ceiling fan, curse, swear, take sedatives and die, but what’s the point?
Talking to a friend after ages, she confided stories of havoc of other friends of hers. I encouraged her they will make it through if God wills. . . she turned and walked away, mocking my forlorn behavior.
I am not too good with debates, never have been able to make my point, but here there is a point which I need to make to everyone. My friends, foes, strangers, by passers, everyone who care enough to take my word for more than just quotations.
The point is, look at the bigger picture of life. Let not the mishaps shrink your spirit. You cannot afford to lose yourself in the crowd. Life has a lot, a lot of experiences, and with every experience a new lesson is learnt.
Taking for granted is human nature. What we have we misuse, abuse, dump it, ask those who don’t have that what you have. The other day I was praying, and I prayed for this woman, whom I think is the luckiest, but she fails to comprehend that right now. She has what I would be the luckiest to have and I envy her. But my envy hasn’t led me to curse her. It never has, it never will.
She fails to understand that she has been blessed. She fails to appreciate the love she has. I might be an audience and not really know what frets her, but nonetheless, I know she is ungrateful. She hates me perhaps, not for the envy, but other reasons. She doesn’t want to know me for her own reasons, or else I would tell her how lucky she’s been and how lucky for the rest of her life she can be.
People have a very limited viewpoint. And I feel bad for them. They hate to open up and admit their fears, even to their loved ones.
My life has been on the crossroads of everywhere. People have walked in and walked out of my life. Knowinglyi know all ofthem by their names, some don’t even recall me, soe excuse themselves of not knowing me, some just play dead. I don’t bame them. Auspiciously I have been blessed amply. I recognize what many don’t. I appreciate what many don’t. I never take for granted and I repeat, ‘never’, but a lot of them out there do.
Nomatter how sucking my married experience was. To bed I took no woes. I tried my luck for being there for my ex-husband; as a wife, a friend, a girl friend, a mother, a confidant and above all a lover. And it was one of a kind experience. As a couple, I learnt that things could be fantastic if two people adamantly want it to. When two people commit, I see no reason for them to be gritty about the nuances. I know everyone knows this. But why on earth does anyone apply this? I neverhad a fairytale wedding like I thought I would, buti tried to make it fairytale. I slept in his arms, woke up in his arms, kissed him good morning, kissed him goodnight, complimented him every now and then, hugged him when he gave me that look, held his hand just to let him know I’ll be there. . . I did it all. And no regrets!! We had to cross each others paths, and no, I don’t regret that we did.
It taught me, that when two people are not committed with the same intensity, it ends up in ruins. The impact left after my divorce, was not roken pieces of glass, it was that light shining in through the window, telling me, I am more deserving than I think I am. . . but I just have to sit back and relax let it come to me.
So all you couples out there. You haven’t just bumped into each other without a purpose. There is a destination for you. But none of you will make it, if you go like strangers. Hold hands. . . let love seep in. . . The world will be so beautiful. . . you have my assurances, a divorcee’s assurances!
Take that ride of your life before you wake up to no chances. Let there be love!
Enjoy what passes you, and let the agonies pass, not from in between but from the sides . . . let it not take the short cut!
Let it not break you apart!
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