Imagine reading a book filled with such suspense,drama and excitement that you just cannot take your eyes of it ! Come what may, be it surreptitiously catching up on your book cleverly hidden under your math and physics books during your study time so that mom does not catch you, or carrying your book along to work, so that you can continue what you want to do most while you commute or during your lunch break or maybe even postpone some evening plans with friends under the pretext of a headache or body pains so that its just you and your favourite book :-) Really it seems sometimes that we can go to any extent just to know whats next !
But have we ever thought of those crumpled, smudged,dog eared pages in the book that we have already read that brought us so much excitement in the past ? If it were not for the role of every single one of those old pages, your book wouldn't make any sense and neither would the book, which after all is a small, not so imposing an inanimate object made out of trees, and just by the look of it does not provide any semblance of pleasure and joy that its known to provide to so many avid and voracious readers over the ages !
A similar analogy can be drawn towards life I think. To draw maximum juice out of life and to be be also able to lick the juices of your fingers afterwards, one relies most often on family, friends,teachers and guardians without whom life would simply not be the beautiful journey it has been thus far. For each one of us, life's many forms, circumstances and stages brings across a lesson or an experience which shapes us every day , for most of us unknowingly.
I thank my family, teachers, neighbours, well wishers, friends and colleagues for the entire gamut of experiences. I used to earlier wonder what is life's purpose. Now I am convinced that one has to draw meaning out of life. If everyone's meaning was the same then there would be nothing to discover ! Living in the moment fully itself is the purpose.
On a closing note,a wise man said that often we learn silence from the talkative, manners from the ill-mannered and kindness from the ruthless, yet we never thank such teachers from whom we learn important lessons in life. So last but certainly not the least, my thanks goes out to those within whom I saw traits which I did not want to inculcate and tried becoming the opposite :-)
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