Everyone knows there is a bridge
between the two extremes Birth and Death. We call that bridge as ‘Life’. The length
of the bridge differs. No one can define it. The below passage is a comparison
of an indefinable life with a cloud.
Life is like a floating cloud. It’s
hard to define a cloud where it starts and ends. I can say it starts and ends
somewhere in between the sky and the land. These clouds sometimes move alone or
sometimes with their buddy clouds. In their journey, these clouds don’t know
when they get the companionship. Whenever, they get some, they move along with
them if not they move alone. Like that in the journey of life people get
friends at some point of time. A few of the lucky friends continue their
journey together. Most of them choose their own path.
These clouds from birth become
the puppets for the wind. Whichever directions the wind is blowing, the clouds have
to move in the same direction. They have no other choice. Dependability plays
a vital role here. Are these clouds complaining about wind? No, absolutely not.
They are not ashamed of their dependability. Without these wind, the clouds are
nothing. They can't move anywhere. They are motionless. They can’t achieve
their destiny. Their destiny is to become a rainfall. Unless a cool breeze
touches them, they know they can’t achieve their destiny.
We people are also puppets for
many things money, love, relationship, pride, man, woman, authority etc., there
are innumerable things. Everyone destiny differs. Depends on their destiny,
they choose their puppet master.
Some clouds achieve their destiny
and some not. We people too.
