FALL: A SEASON OF LIFE.

FALL: A SEASON OF LIFE.

-                         - Dr. Prerna Singla © 2018. 15. 07

When you walk down the memory lane, you realize that you traveled a long distance... you walked a long path. You know, you cannot really fall apart especially when people believe in you, your ability to fight, your talent and your ability to survive and they push you, encourage you to achieve your dreams, to get going and to not give up.

“Never say die” they say.. “That is where they draw the line. This line must not be crossed.”

“What if I do cross it?”... “Nopes! That exists in neither the rule book nor the rebel book.” Mind says.

I must admit that people played a very important part in my life, in both breaking me and also not letting me fall. When I look back, a series of memories echo >>>>

“Child, keep the flags flying. If one thing in life fails, life does not end. You are strong.. Don’t give up.”

“Strong women are the ones who fall and then also get up... and then they help those people get up, who fall in life. You are a strong woman.”

“This girl, Learn by heart! If you won’t, I will make you learn until you don’t. You are my best student and I always want to see you at the top.”

“Khushi, People come and go. One day, you will be all alone. That day you will have to pick yourself up. Learn to be strong for that day.”

“You are very talented Prerna. Know your worth.”

“If you will fall weak, who will be there for people weaker than you?”

“My girl .... I am not worried about her. She is strong. I know she won’t need anyone. She will do things on her own.”

....Life makes you wiser. It makes you stronger. It is true.

When I look back, I see that people, who are no longer present in my life, left behind a lot of wisdom... a lot that goes a long way... a lot of courage, a lot of strength and a lot of life. Their voices, lessons they left and the advice they gave echo in the mind and it does not let you fall apart.

People hurt you, yes, and they will keep hurting every time more brutally and insensitively, sometimes to fulfill a selfish motive, sometimes for fun and sometimes as a part of revenge they seek. But you know, I carry a treasure in my bag. The treasure is the memories.

These memories encourage you and push you to keep going, to get up again, to try once again and to give in your best once again.

“Do it just one more time. Come on, Prerna!” The mind says... and I gather myself, and get up one more time, to get going and to try myself once again.

In the end, it is the journey and the value we add to it, that matters the most.

Good night.