We plan. We dream. We hope, and then we attach ourselves to
them so it becomes a source of our happiness and contentment and you wait for
them to come true and dream some more and start hoping they all come true soon
and then you make plan B and plan C and also reach plan D, so that something
works out, if that doesn't. You wait and wait. And then all of it flops down, shatters...you
look like a fool. Like a tiny Ant (Me) carrying a tiny piece of sugar (My dream),
among a million other ants and it rains before you imagined and all your hard
work is washed out and you are also washed out. But guess what? You still hope.
Hope, that the rain that destroyed you and your dream leads you to a huge grain
barn waiting to be infested and used. And that again becomes a dream. And you start
hoping and start living it now and thinking that this one will come true, you
start moving ahead.
You take a turn, smiling and face a huge big black hungry
beetle(depression, competition) who starts eating you and your dreams while you
only looked for food, shelter , company , clothing and friends and forgot about
your enemies. You run. You run for life. Somehow all the other problems of life
appeared like dust carried by the wind. One of your ant fellow mate gets
trampled by one of the legs of the same beetle and another co-mate is eaten up.
Another is struggling to survive. You look to see and wait to think. You go
forward to help but you know that there’s no guarantee that you’ll come back
alive. You still go. You don’t help but beat up the big beetle, beat it hard
with a log of wood. You take out all your anger. You don’t reach and neither do
you win. But then seeing you, other ants help. And pull the beetle down, but
together. And you wonder if you did this earlier you wouldn’t have lost out on
other ants and that’s the first time you thought about other ants. And you realize
that thinking this way your problems are quite less. At least you lived to make
some more problems and dream some more. The ants who saw you offer help, now
offer food, shelter, clothing, security and a new mate…everything’s fine now…everything’s
good. Comfortable. You are even reproducing now. So you go back to your earlier
dream...Hoping that happens. Now you want all of it. You grow in greed. Dissatisfied.
Not content. Angry.
You, think, yes this did happened. Fine .but why not that.
You are not happy anymore.
To be continued….
