Hot tears fell down on my cheeks
witnessing a thin, mentally challenged man carrying his daughter, upon passing
by a father holding the hands of his precious daughter, afraid of the idea that
the child might let go of his own strong hands.
I decided
to walk bending my neck in order to avoid happy scenario which could bring a
total destruction of my emotions and make a sudden twist if my joyous mood.
Why do
these incidents affect me? Because I grew up without a father I long for. This thought
is killing me, how can life be so unfair. Why am I succumbed with unbearable
pains and problems? Am I not worthy to live a happy life? These questions keep
hunting my mind, running to and fro, unknowing how to stop.
Gladly,
I passed by at the shore, after few seconds of over thinking, I decided to stop
by and with all my might, I shouted loudly facing the ocean to relieve myself
from all pains and I lose control. I wept, cried and my body shivered. I don’t
want to live anymore, I whispered.
Then,
suddenly, I felt a cold breeze, my heart beat faster when I saw a shining
yellow bottle-like thing. I heard a little voice from deep within asking me to
get it.
As I picked
it, I felt strange. I saw a note attached at it which says, “all things has a
purpose, do not feel betrayed, you can always count on me. People come and go
for a purpose. I am your father.”
I was
not able to move an inch, I felt scared but at the same time happy. I realized
that life is not about comparing and that whatever may happen, there’s someone I
can call my father, someone I can count on, my comforter, my friend, my dad –
God.
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