In times of happiness and grief, we are together. We spend
our evenings together, have meals together, plan for tomorrow together, we
dance, and make merry together. But do we turn around and tell the person how
much they mean to us? The way we take the rising sun for granted, the way we
take the air we breathe in for granted, the way we take the chirping of birds
for granted, we take people who love us for granted as well.
How many times have we told that friend that she means the world
to us? How many times did we let go off our inhibitions and ego and have told that
one person that he means the world? Seldom. Most of the times we are
afraid. We are afraid of being judged, we are very afraid of not making
sense. And, we are afraid of our own thoughts. And who suffers in this bargain?
Time. Time slips off. Years later we look back and think, what if I made sense
that time, what if I told her that she made me smile each time I saw her. What
if I had told Mom that coming back home at night and having dinner with her
meant the world to me! What if I told Dad that each time he came back from his trips, brightened up my day!
We have been victims of our past, present, and future many a times. At times our wounds are too deep to let go off them and see the love and warmth around. Sometimes our dragon sized egos don't let us think beyond and be vulnerable to tell that person that life wouldn't be the same without her/him. In this running between time, in this running between past and present, people go far away. So far away that we don't even know how to bridge the gap and finally tell them that they meant the world to us. Seize the moment and take the plunge. Nobody becomes small. Nobody gets hurt.
