Is It All So Worthless?

Few days back I was insisted upon by a group of friends to visit the nearby riverfront to enjoy the pleasing weather. I, sans an objection, agreed because it’s good to watch the wrathful waves and the soothing evening sky with a little less cacophony than usual.

You might be wondering why I am I up to all this but let me tell you- stop thinking so much as you have a lot more coming up to keep yourselves busy.

As we parked our vehicles, what caught our attention was a huge crowd gathered near the parapet. We smelled the obvious, one of us blurted ‘suicide’!

Now, possessing an overtly active human conscience, we ran towards the crowd (and no stopping us then) as if we were to dive inside and come out with our foolish fellow beings (hopefully alive). After gathering some piece of information from a sincere follower of the ongoing activities, we got to know that a couple travelling in an auto, pulled over in the middle of the bridge and escaped (safely) into the water. There was a boat anxiously looking for a life worth saving and the ambulance anticipating its inhabitant and some media officials with a bunch of policemen.

Having known this much, I quietly drifted away from the rather concerned sympathizers and those that occupied themselves by mockery.

I wonder what must be so strong a reason that led someone to end his life in this manner.

Why are we all so scared of the inevitable failures and the unfortunate events of our lives? Why do we suddenly become so selfish and think about nothing else except relieving ourselves of our troubles? Why does the happiness of someone else fail to encourage us to keep moving? How can we forget those who count on us for a great company and love us the way we are? How can we overlook the simplest of pleasures that life has to offer us? What makes us pass over all our cheerful moments and the innumerable reasons to laugh for some silly issue? Most important of all, why do we not realize that the life we are leading is also a dream of millions and appreciate our existence?

We all have our share of problems and life was never a bed of roses but self- slaughter is not the real solution. Let's, for once, act our age and confront our predicaments. Plus there is no guarantee that the grass is greener on the other side. Unfortunately, being patient is not something our reflex is very good at. However, we can still try! We never know what’s in store for us unless it is served. It’s time we stop grumbling and start adoring our imperfect lives. 

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