We work hard for years to construct our life. To annihilate, even an hour will be enough. Years of hard work evaporating forever into the nothingness broke my heart down utterly. As I could not withstand the bitter pain of having to see my beautiful creation, on which I had toiled hard for lives, remaining only in my reminiscences, I decided to commit suicide. I decided to commit suicide, as I did not see any purpose of my existence on this planet.

To kill myself, I went outside. I, for the first time in my life, learnt that life passes very hastily. Until the day before, I was best to me. These virtues were no more alive in my soul, as the mistakes I did just before spoke.

I looked at the stars and then to the moon. The moon was alone but the stars were many. I was astonished to learn how magnificently had the moon attuned itself in that huge company of stars. The moon sometimes accustomed in night of no stars; sometimes without receiving the light of the Sun and this time in a very new situation.

Then a strange thought came to me. Same were the stars where Khalil Gibran looked at. Same was the moon where Tagore contemplated. Same was the Sun that enlightened the soul of Meera. Same was the earth where Osho and Einstein lived at. And same stars, same moon, same sun and same earth is what I have now. So, why can’t I do similar things which these great people have done? Why can’t I make my life worthy? Why can’t I serve to my world and more importantly to my soul by inhaling the same illuminating sunlight rays? And why can’t I reach to the top of myself by living in the same earth, getting same love and affection and same so many things?

The thought went unrelented. The moon sometimes does not receive the light of the Sun. However, it does not cry at that moment. It simply waits and waits for its turn. It always remembers that there are so many moons like it waiting for their turn to receive its light and get visible to the universe. Therefore, it never hurries. It takes time. It always says to itself, “There is no hard and fast that sun has to come to me and give me light. There is no where written that I have to be cared by the Sun.” Seriously speaking, it always lives with the self-assurance that one day sun would unquestionably come towards it.

Then the sun comes to the moon after the moon has spent lengthy time in darkness. As the moon, the sun also knows that there are so many dependent in it. Therefore, it always tries to fulfil its responsibility very truly.

After receiving sun light, the moon reflects the light back to the earth. It never is as selfish as we are. We try to consume things alone. However, moon- it shares every piece of gift it receives in the universe to all the creations of God. It gives us the light even though the sun has given for it and not to us. It shares the love to us.

Therefore, I went back to my hovel with a soul washed clean, with an awoke mind and a smile upon my lips. I went recollecting what my great teacher had once said, “Countless roads must a man move down before you call him a man.” God bless you my father.