SEMICOLON

Your life isn’t over, but has it really started?

The flowers lay in a vase, by the bedside. Above it, was a window, throwing streaks of sunlight through the half closed curtains. The air conditioning ducts blowing the freshest, cleanest air into the room, and the floor, spotless and shinier than it ever had been.

…*BEEP*…………………………………………….* BEEP*……………………………..

A painting hung, on the plush white wall to the right of the bed, framed inside a deep brown wooden rectangle and covered by a sheet of glass. It portrayed a huge stretch of blue with a steel tanker floating in the middle of it, and another one flying above. On the wall to the left, was yet another painting. A bird, on the edge of a twig-knitted nest, with its wings outspread.

…*BEEP*…………………………………………….* BEEP*……………………………..

The room smelt like morning dew. The knob on the door, which stood between the two walls and beside a 3-seater  black leather sofa, turned. The door, now freed from its bondage swung open as 4 shoes walked in. One pair whiter than the lights in the hallway and the other,  a mix of two shades of blue with a tick across its side where the two colours met. The door was restored to its bondage.

…*BEEP*…………………………………………….* BEEP*……………………………..

“Good morning Mr.Rodriguez, look who’s here to visit you today.” came the words through two luscious lips painted with a lively red.

A hand reached out to the table on which the flowers were kept and it lifted a pair of glasses. Trembling, it placed them on the ears and nose of a wrinkled face. As he put on his visual aid, the view in front of him turned from a haze to high definition. The nurse was holding a small palm. The palm belonged to a small framed boy, wearing a navy blue, full-sleeve jacket over a grey, round neck t-shirt and a sky blue denim. His jet black hair standing perfectly from his forehead, and a pair of glittering eyes smiling from the cheeks.

…*BEEP*…………………………………………….* BEEP*……………………………..

 

“Hello Peter.”

“Grandpa!” said the boy as he let go of the nurse’s hand.  He ran towards his grandfather who was lying on the bed and hugged him.

The nurse opened the curtains to their full and let the struggling sunlight come in wholeheartedly, illuminating the room. She checked the readings on the monitor which was swallowing all the wires connected to Mr.Rodriguez’s chest”

“I’ll leave you two then. Make sure he doesn’t make mischief.” said the nurse to young Peter to which he nodded his head, smiling.

“Come on Sarah, I’m a good boy” said Mr. Rodriguez as the other two occupants of the room chuckled.

Peter took off his jacket, hung it on the back of the chair beside the bed and sat on it with his bag on his laps. Nurse Sarah teased the door yet again into its temporary freedom and left the room.

…*BEEP*…………………………………………….* BEEP*……………………………..

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Mr. Rodriguez was diagnosed with Stage 3 liver cancer 2 months back and had medicines flowing through his veins ever since. Peter had just turned 12.

“So, how have you been champ?”

“I’ve been amazing, grandpa. We won the school championship yesterday and guess who got awarded the best pitcher?” said he, taking out a gold plated prize from inside his bag and handing it over.

“This is beautiful, Pete. I’m so proud of you.” said Mr. Rodriguez as he ruffled Peter’s hair and kissed his forehead.

…*BEEP*…………………………………………….* BEEP*……………………………..

“I want to become a baseball player when I grow up but my friends say I’m too thin and small.”

“What did your parents say?”

“They said I can become whatever I want.”

“Then why are you afraid?”

“Everybody wants to become a doctor or a scientist. They say it’s very difficult to become a professional player and that they will be more respected if they get more degrees.”

“Do you think you can make it?”

“I want to, but I’m scared. What if I don’t?”

“You wouldn’t know if you didn’t try, would you?”

Peter shook his head in approval, and then started again, “How are you doing, Grandpa? I don’t like all these tubes connected to you. Don’t you feel afraid?”

“Come here Pete, sit on the bed with me.”

Peter rested his bag on the floor. He stood up from his chair and placed his palms on the side of the bed, using them to jump onto it and sit.

…*BEEP*…………………………………………….* BEEP*……………………………..

“I have never been afraid of dying son, I have always been afraid of regret. We don’t regret what we do as much as we regret what we don’t. We are all trapped in this illusion called the future. Illusion because it’s a manifest of the people around us, a hologram of their thinking which projects onto us, when in reality, the present, in itself is the past and the future conflated in the perfect proportion. Live the present right and future will take care of itself.”

“How would I know if I’m living the present right?” asked Peter.

“There is always this one thing that you want to do, want to become, but you let go of it thinking it is either not productive or not worth the effort. Many a times you will feel you are not good enough and that you are predestined to fail. Failure, is not your enemy. Your biggest enemy is doubt. Doubt alone has killed more dreams than failure and criticism. Most people think that the path to success is terminal and two directional, that you either succeed, or you fail. It’s not. It’s a singular path. You might have to fail a hundred times before you succeed, but you can’t, you can never doubt yourself.”

“See that painting? What do you see?”

“It’s a bird”, said Peter keenly.

“Yes, it’s a bird that is about to take off from its nest. You cannot fly until you experience a fall, Peter. You can’t run before you trip while walking. You need motivation to spread your wings and soar, and the only source of that motivation, my dear child, is you.” said Mr. Rodriguez laying his index finger on the middle of Peter’s chest as he flexed his neck to see where his grandpa was pointing.

“What about the ship and the aeroplane, grandpa?” asked Peter.

“Do you know, Pete? That, a ship in its dock, and a plane on the ground are more dangerous than when they are at sea or in air?”

“How? They can’t sink or crash when they aren’t swimming or flying.”

“Yes, but when not used for a long time, they can rust. Their engines are not well oiled. When you suddenly decide to use them, they will harm you more than benefit. They become dangerous. You should do what you are meant to do; what you need to do, and as much as you can do. A dream  is your own subconscious mind telling you what you want, when you are not distracted by the clamour of the rest of the world and the only person who can talk to you, is you yourself. To achieve your own source of satisfaction, you need to listen to yourself more often, and work towards it because it is only when you wake up that you can chase those dreams. Every one of us has something special, something unique inside of us.”

“Let people criticize you, they are either angry because they can’t be like you or they are sad that they did not have the courage to follow their dreams like you did. People who love you will show you the way, but it is up to you to travel down it. It will not be easy. You’ll sweat, you’ll starve, you might even cry and break down, but you need to go on, because the only way you can complete yourself is by reaching the destination, yourself. Else no matter how much you walk, you will remain broken. When opportunity knocks, it’s because you are standing in front of the right door. It’s because you are worthy, not lucky. Don’t think, smash the door open and take it. By not doing what you love you are not just denying yourself, but the entire world of something beautiful. We are all a part of one single song. To make it sound right, we need to be the most beautiful note ourselves. Dying doesn’t scare you, not having lived does. Don’t let the doubt own you. YOU OWN THE NOW!”

Peter nodded, gave a bright smile and hugged his grandfather yet again. This time, with no intention of letting him go, as even the flowers beside the bed bloomed a little bit more.

 

And for those two and a half minutes, even the beeping machine, that had been reading Mr. Rodriguez’s heart for 2 months, was listening to it speak for the very first time.

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So long as you are travelling on the right path, with the right people and in the right way, you won’t get tired of walking or afraid of failure because the destination might be far away, but you will get there. Eventually.

 

“EVER TRIED. EVER FAILED. NO MATTER;

TRY AGAIN. FAIL AGAIN. FAIL BETTER.”

-Samuel Beckett.

 

 

 

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