Looking at his pictures brought tears in my eyes. His frail, old visage, with an innocent blank look in his eyes, reflecting questions unanswered, showing defeat and surrender. His inability to communicate what’s inside, all his emotions locked up within his bosom, everything so totally devoured by the Alzheimer’s disease. Once a symbol of strength, now a spiritless soul!
His pictures made me realize how insignificant Man is in the bigger picture painted by the Divine being butMan knows not!
Man feels so helpless at times…
I have seen helplessness quite closely, when my father was breathing his last few breaths. I knew the consequences, yet there was nothing I could do! The only thing possible for me to do was to surrender to the Divine will. Maybe that too to console my soul that it was the Divine will. And now all we are left with are memories.
But I have realized, these memories are an asset. The words, the actions and the deeds all leave an everlasting impression not only on those who are near and dear but all those who interact on a daily basis, be it the driver, or the gardener or the person who supplies water. The souls that these great people have touched will leave an everlasting impression in the hearts and they will live there forever!
Looking at life from a broader perspective, I have come to realize that what we are doing is not what we are supposed to be doing! The focus should be on making impressions not anywhere else but on the hearts. Our deeds should stir the souls!
People shall come and people shall leave, but what will remain are the footsteps on the sands of time.