THE WOUNDED SOLDIER

                            THE WOUNDED SOLDIER

Lying on the bed all by myself, listening to my sister and mother laughing with the tuition kids in the hall all I can think of is that..... Why am I here? Every living thing in this world has a reason for existence. What is mine? Am I here just to live a life like any normal middle class person? Or am I here to do something extraordinary? I know I have certain responsibilities and duties on my head and I strive everyday just to reach a little more closer to it. But each day the taunts and the hurtful remarks of my family push me afar and then I feel am I doing it correctly? If no then what wrong am i doing? And if yes then why is it not working? Maybe I am just not cut out to take responsibilities. Everything I take up gets screwed up in one way or the other. All that I am good in life is being an entertainer, a joker. Suddenly the physical pain I was going through felt nothing compared to the emotional turmoil going through me! Simply lying down felt like a big task. I needed to move, needed to remove my mind from such negative thoughts. Hence bearing the immense pain on my foot I half hopped half dragged myself to the hall where my sister and my best friend were working and my mother was taking tuition. No surprise that no one acknowledges my presence and I stumble and fall onto the armchair. There is see a small insect dying on the floor. My dog and cat were literally pouncing on top of the poor creature. And Hopeless (I secretly named the insect, lame I know but... whatever!) just lying there was waiting for death to arrive in the form of a dog or cat. That’s when it struck me that all this while all I thought about and felt bad about was me! How selfish I had become crying over my problems when an innocent creature who did nothing wrong is dying a death while other are laughing and encouraging its death. Life is not certain, this I realized after the sudden death of my father. Taking life for granted, refusing to live each minute to the fullest and complaining about the small things in life is a great insult to the greatest gift god has given you! It is said that our generation has the toughest time because we face many problems in early age.... the many problems somewhat directly or indirectly when summed up comes down to the tough competition between people to make a mark, make it big in life and the biggest RELATIONSHIPS! Think about it these carefully I realized that we ourselves bring it upon us! Why do we think about the future so much ignoring our present! Refusing to live what we have now we worry about the unseen unknown and most importantly uncontrollable. Why must we revolve our lives around someone just to show off in the society and for the fear of being lonely when your best friend is you yourself! Today I the wounded soldier take an oath to love and live life to the fullest! Stop complaining about small problems and live the small pleasures life gives! Today the wounded soldier will break all barriers and joyously dance to the tunes of life. 

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