The Rhetoric Question

We all have days where sadness consumes the very being of our mind. The moments of mourn and abyss mount on our shoulders and unsurmountable pain paints its traces on the broken pieces of the soul. Life is a mighty teacher that does not teach you the lesson before the test, it tests you before you imbibe the lesson to your very core. Masking our gloom we walk on the way to our doom. Forgetting all the light we can see sometimes existence reminds us of the darkness within thee. When we narrate the victories of our tales, it is vital to behold the memories of when we were broken and frail.

Transcribing the purpose we are born for, sometimes we get weary of the hard climb. In the pursuit of achieving our goals, we are bound to fail. Fail miserably and hit the rock bottom. Hope the gift of his eternal ray, teaches us to close our eyes and pray. I was a curious child and questioned life- Why do we love you when all you are but a lie? Life smiled at me.

For I did ask a question that screamed aloud in my mind and it demanded to be answered. Well, life counter-questioned me- Would you rather live a beautiful lie or die a painful truth? I stood dumbstruck. Life replied- Your mortality that breathes through your lungs leaves your body where the only thing alive and breathing left is your soul. I am nothing but a beautiful fairytale that only exists until the darkness of eternal truth comes over. So the moral of the lesson is to remember you are transient here.

When the looms of darkness hover over your skies,

Remember that the night always makes way for the sun to arise.

This is to remind you to even love the colour grey,

Because through the shades of monochrome,

The prism of hope and recovery forge their way.

_Hridya Sharma