A fraction second of life



Life, a word that needs no explanations , no elaborations. It is clear as the white shiny crystal or the blue sky. Life  is  the happiness of being able to breathe , to feel the surrounding around. Life is watching yourselves  peeing in the underpants to growing faster like a weed to adult and lying in the deathbed to finally end everything after you have had your beards and hairs going white or gums empty. Life is the experience of being alive.

The minute protists are alive, the largest whales are alive , the disease causing bacteria are alive. The thorny cactus is alive so is the blooming orchid. The intelligent humans are alive so are the loyal dogs, the herbivores cattle to the carnivore lion. The lotus in the water to the rose in the land. The rich are alive so are poor. Despite the deviation in the origin , the structures, the complexions and the status of all the living creatures, they share the same verity that they are alive, they love to be alive and respire.
A mouse runs from a cat, a frog is scared of snakes. A lizard exscinds its tail, snakes and scorpions are gifted with poison glands to survive. Nature has gifted every individuals to live their own way with equal forte and weaknesses. A virus is obligatory intracellular organism, an ant may live up to an year, mosquitoes to some weeks, human may live for a century whereas a tortoise some centuries. The earth comprises of motley of creatures  that differ in every possible way, the puissances, the impuissances, the number of days we live and the number of lives we live. We live everyday to see us living one another day more.

Letting the others creatures at bay, humans have been the most powerful creatures alive. Disregarding the fact that they can live nearly for a century or less on average ,how much do they actually live? How much worth of that life we actually have? How much do we imagine ourselves living? Another half century or  decade or half year, a month or a minute or second or a fraction of second? How much time do we have left? How much is the difference between the air we breathe and a heart that stops beating? How much is the time between life and death? I assume fractions of a second.

One morning when you fight with your parents for a brand new playstation or a motorbike and you leave home in intense rage. In your old bike , when you are slowly realizing that  they were true of the fact and your aggression was just not worth. You are hoping to compensate your anger with a smile after you get back home but what if you never reach home? What if the hard smack of the door was the last sound you made your parents hear? What if “you can’t buy me anything” were the last words in their memories? What if your motorcycle hit a truck and within a split of a second your heart stopped? How much life did you have in spare before you closed your eyes, before you stopped to respire, before the final moments when you regretted for not being able to apologize to your creator? How much time difference did you calculate for regretting to never being apologise? The fraction of second. The fractions of second of life.

how much does your feet take to slip  from a top of a building or drown in a deep stream of water? Let us assume you have potassium cyanide by your side and you are just pressing the inner core of your brain whether to take or not, you adjudicate to end your soul. How much time did your brain take to decide what lies ahead of you? A journey for long time or a fractions of second of life? We all have potassium cyanide besides us , the only difference is the forms they exist in. It is upto us, to what extent we persuade our mind , what our mind tells us, to walk a long journey or live a split second of life?

We are totally unaware of the fact how much life we have in tank stored. When we dare to dream ,we  must dare to achieve that before we hand ourselves the  cyanide in life. You love a girl ,go tell her what feelings  you have hidden inside of you for her. It is certainly better hearing NO for an answer and moving on than piling the feelings deep down the heart and regretting the fact that you should have at least asked her. We don’t know how much we are left with so adding the lives to the days are more important than days to the life.

Dreams, such a powerful motivational force to drive you. One day you dream of being the most talented person in the world, the other day you dream to be among the best. You sit in the corner of a tiny room in a wooden chair and make the assumptions about your dream. Sometimes you dream being the prime minister and make the drastic developmental change in your country and the split second later you see yourselves performing with your favorite superstar. We make dreams and we are the consequences of our dreams. A singer is a singer as a result of his dreams . Rome wasn’t built in a day and nor your dreams will be fulfilled likewise. You need to start from the scratch, nothing happens overnight, nothing happens out of a blue moon. You are one to decide what you want to make out of your life and whether you want to take the cyanide beside you or not. The split second that you dream is the life you live so I assume we have split seconds to live.

It is upto you. What do you decide?  To dance at the wedding of the girl you love or dare to express her? To party the previous day before exam or postpone the grand feast after the exam ends? To smack the door because your parents did not buy you one thing or to satisfy yourselves because they have bought you the rest of the world? Do you dare to dream or to follow them ? Do  dare to dive in the wave of water rather than  sitting at the shore waiting the wave to wet your feet. Fly in the air but know your limits. Don’t go with the flow, do you know what goes with the flow? “The dead fish”, stay alive and create yourselves, rejuvenate yourselves. Someday you may think your life would have been different if you had dared to speak to the girl you loved, or you had your exam day party postponed. There is not long before you close your eyes and your heart gets tired pumping, your cells fails to respire. You have got  split second of life left in you.  Start living!!




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