Something so vital, so decisive, taken often for-granted. Definitely a grant it is, from your parents—from a mother, who carried her heavy-sweltering-self through nine difficult months, from a father, who’d never missed a single sleepless night despite of having a sure shot toilsome morning. What is that grant? It’s the breath, the same breath which you were granted long back, while you were resting in your mothers' womb. The same breath you hardly give importance to, not as much as you give to the piece of land, or bank balance, you have inherited from your father, or grandfather- a grant as well, isn’t it?
Don’t know how many times I’d breathed in and out, while I write here, though I’m writing about the same. Easily coming gifts are never treasured. An irony, isn’t it? We mock the greatest gift, while being too much fussy about loving the other mundane gifts, for instance, high speed bikes, furious cars, cigarette, beer, dirty flings, sex, all these things, and more, drive you crazy. While you’re chasing a sucking job, a hot girlfriend, and an elite life, the only thing neglected is, nonetheless, your breaths.
I often come across posts like- Moms' love Vs. Girlfriends' love—Whom do you love the most and who loves you back MORE…They freak me out, and irritate me as if burning in hell is far better, rather than reading such posts. On no ground can one compare the love of a mother to a Girlfriends'. Mothers’ love is selfless, pure and to-remain-till-last-breath kind of, and a Girlfriends’ is more of a passionate, intense and live-to-love type. No doubt, you give preference to the later. Won’t blame you for that, love makes you forget the world, and parents counts amongst the same. But, when you’re willing to sacrifice your breaths for your Girlfriend aka passion, think once of the owner of the same. Yes, they own it, because they're the ones who'd gifted it to you, your parents.
Love is profound with whimsical effects on your sub-conscious mind, but don’t ever let it over rule you. Keep a track on your life, judging the direction you’re actually moving in. Traversing from this world to that is quite easy—Few drops of poison, a rope, a knife or a railway track, anything would do the honor, and trust me, without any guilt, cause it’s you who is losing something precious, they’re just being a means to it. Hence, know the worth of it, before loss teaches you the same. Sure, we can’t count our breaths, but can make them count, isn’t it?
*** Neither I’m watching any irritating Godly channel these days (Trust me, I hate them as much as you do), nor do I really love to preach. Noticed something, and felt like sharing my views on it. Hope, it makes a difference to a few, the intended ones.