Be Inspired

Some of us conquer the tallest peaks in the world, some of us reach the deepest point of Earth, some of us pledge to donate all of our wealth to the less-privileged, some of us dedicate our lives to social services or charity work, some of us spend years inside a lab to prove a theory and some work all day long as the sole breadwinner of the family. Behind all these achievements and endeavors, there’s a common point or should I say, the turning point. It might have been like a spark of a million lights, or a rush of adrenaline or even a tetanus of goosebumps. Perhaps all those feelings combined; feelings that you can’t exactly put in words. I had mine several times, on different occasions, and I always hope I’ll be having these feelings now and then to boost me. Inspiration. It not the act of inhaling, but a special influence of a divinity on the minds of human beings.

               Let me tell a description of an event that inspired me.

 The dawn was breaking as faint rays of sun shines through the horizon, adding bright colours to a blend of blue-purplish sky. It was my fifth day in a foreign land as I was travelling to Jaipur, the pink city of Rajasthan in India. Along the roads, there were labyrinths of lanes and alleys and slumps, haunted with filth, plagued with disease and filled with stench. Millions call this their home, a place to take shelter, to live and to play for the rest of their life. This is indeed the dark side of India, with almost 100 million living under extreme poverty with an average earning of less than two rupee per day. The other facade of the town is the rich part of India; a town buzzing with fashion, gold and IT. Amid the slums, a dark-toned, skinny, maybe due to malnutrition, young lad wearing a pair of torn shorts caught my attention.

 He was carrying a load of red-bricks, balancing some on his head and some in his hands, making his way to a mini construction site after walking miles away from the place where the bricks are made. I was stunned and amazed by his act. The need to work at such tender age when all I did was playing happily at his age, caring less about the world. The need to earn money and to feed himself made him do things that no other kids in other parts of world would do. For starters, I never did that except playfully balancing books or pots over my head imitating an acrobat. Then it hit me hard, so hard that I cried in my heart, realizing how great my life has been. Is it my karma that I’m who I am today? I prayed and thanked God for giving me the life the boy would yearn for; which I’ve been complaining and never had satisfaction which signifies me being a weak human after all. I never had to worry about money, food, or anything except my exams. The little boy inspired me to work hard and never take the things I’ve been bestowed with for granted. For a minute, I look up the sky and contemplate how amazing my life is. Sometimes in life, all you need is a tiny catalyst at some moment, which enables you to reflect about yourself and drives you sky high; giving you the energy that you need to generate the momentum that accelerates towards attaining goals and dreams. Anyone can inspire you. Even the sky, which teaches you that there’s much more in life than what you can see, even beyond imaginations.

 All I can say is, be inspired :D