Life is like a bicycle race, whose aim is to fulfill our
personal legend, which, according to our scripters is our true mission on this
earth.
We all set off together, sharing friendship and enthusiasm;
but as the race progresses, that initial happiness gives way to the real
challenges, tiredness, boredom, and doubts about our own abilities. We notice
that a few friends have, in their hearts, already given up. They are still
cycling, but only because they cannot stop in the middle of the road. There are
more and more of them, pedaling along beside the support vehicle-also known as
routine-talking amongst themselves, full filling their obligations, following
the dreams which are not up to their potential, circling in the same known
small pond, but unaware to the beauties and challenges of the road.
We eventually leave them behind us and then we come face to
face with loneness, with unfamiliar bends in the roads and mechanical problems
with our bicycle. So, that feeling of coming ahead of the race, that pride of
achievement has evaporated. At a certain stage, after suffering a few falls
with no one near at hand to help, we began to ask ourselves, if it’s really
worth all the effort.
Yes, it is. It’s just a question of not giving up. It’s
question of being focused. It’s all about having that attitude to go ahead.
It’s about our ability to focus at the time of confusion. It’s about putting
all the broken pieces together and setting off for that march, yet another
time. It’s all about that discipline with which we need to face the life.
Scripters says; we need to understand the life through four
invisible forces; Love, Death, Power and Time.
We must love because we ourselves are loved by god.
We must have an awareness of death to fully understand the
life. As such, as per scripters, the life doesn’t end at death. That is just a
momentary stop.
We must struggle in order to grow, but without getting affected
by the power we gained through this struggle. As there is a super power above
all, and the life goes as per that power. The moment we understand how
insignificance our power is when compared to that super power; that sense of
achievement becomes humble.
Finally, we must accept that our soul is caught in the web
of time, with all its opportunities and limitations.
Therefore, on our solitary bicycle rice, we must value time
and do all possible thing to value each second. Play to our potential, and don’t
get distracted by the road blocks. We can rest as and when necessary, but we
must follow that dream.
Live that dream every day, every second, in whatever we do.
That is what is called passion…
