Life... Must Go On

We are two, me and my life.

While there is a misconception that my life and I are the same, I must admit that I hate my life.

My mind that controls me, can think and act at the speed of light (some times quicker than light) but my life... it travels at a speed that would make even the snail feel look a sprinting champion! My mind tells me that I am the king of the world, master of my choices while my life says, 'Its fate my son! No one change fate and destiny!'

'Oh! Screw you life! '

My mind has taught me to dream big. It has made me feel like the King, but my life has always woken me up from such beautiful dreams to drag me into its monotonousnes. My mind asks me to fly like a free bird, soaring with pride into the sky far far away from the pettiness of the world. My life tells me that it is a race. Doom and disqualification from the world awaits anyone who breaks the track rules.

A few years back, my mind lost its cool. It was mad at my life for not keeping up, and decided to undock itself from the slow coach. But as soon as it had done so, my mind realised that it was also afloat and lost all its control. So before life could drift much farther away, my mind caught it back. Phew! The pain, although for a few moments, was unbearable.

Things have changed a lot since then. My mind, that used to be arrogant with pride has become tolerant. While my life still travels very very slow, it has come a long way since then.

Since that incident, my mind had developed a liking for my life. My mind that is aspiring, arrogant and fast had started liking my life that was passive, slow and shy. As a product of this union, my life bore happiness.

In the years that have gone by, happiness has also grown. Perhaps because of its dynamism and over-exertion, senility has caught up with my mind. It has lost the precision and speed that it once prided in. My life, on the other hand, was still slow but steady. And me? I have stopped being a burden on my ailing mind, and instead given in to the 'realities' of my life. Even happiness seemed to be convinced about my decision. I can see that from her smile. :)

Today, my mind had an attack. It could no longer remember any thing from the past. All that my mind still holds on to is my life. In fact it is unable to even recognise happiness. Drifting to its end, I think. It feels like the day when it tried to undock itself from my life. But this time, I don't feel any pain.

My mind might perish soon, but my life must be immortalised. It must stand testimony for my existence in the world. Today, when my mind quits the race mid-way, my life... must go on... for generations!