The Other Life

The Other Life

Bob Marley wrote:

In every life we have some trouble

When you worry, you make it double

Don't worry, be happy

(Don't worry, be happy now)

There are days when I wake up groggy before the wretched alarm rings; days when I wake up as the wretched alarm shatters my dream; and then there are days when I sleep through it oblivious to the screechy little things' vain attempts. Now that is the day when I wake up to reality  from my other life.

We all have our other life which is equivalent, to the world which was before Pandora gave in curiosity. A perfect place with no malice, or mad rush to achieve, to crush someone. It is a cocoon which protects against nefarious activities. The weather is always fair, birds chirp relentlessly, friends never drift and love...love is never lost. It is an idyllic haunt of our imagination.

"You will not value happiness till you encounter suffering." This age old phrase is merely a comfort for our souls. A make believe, to hide the flaws of our very nature. Because happiness, is now and forever, precious. If I may speak for myself, I do not require the abrasive jolts of reality to truly appreciate joy. And I know I speak for many, when I say that.

But the reality is - Pandora did open that box and life as is now an amalgamation of tears, jealousy, competition, laughter, sharing, support. Of course, we cannot miss to add to the potpourri, the angel of hope that flew out last from Pandora's box. The real life (the evil sibling of the other life, as i call it) bemuses us and hurls at us that which is most unexpected. Our lodestar amongst this - hope & choice. We tug and tenaciously hold on to these as we stumble & trip our way through. 

Therefore, dust yourself, brace yourself, open the damn door, sneer at the real life & walk out with your held high. And for those days when life does actually manages to throw you in the gutter, do not curl up and cry. Show it your back, kick off your shoes, feel the green dewy grass on your feet and blow away your worries. Whistle your way to the other life; to your perfect cocoon in the imperfect life.