Best Days of your Life

Here comes one more inspiration from children, as I sit in OPD waiting for my turn, I see a sweet girl named Gaurika, she must be around 4 years old, there was a plaster on one of her fingers and she was enjoying the little slide ride kept in the area nearby. I spoke to her mother and said kids get hurt but never stop playing. At which her mother said she had injured her finger by giving it inside the door and though she did cry for few moments but later on she was consoling her own mother and saying don’t cry I am fine. I had to agree she was a brave girl, and later I realized though we tend to treat children as weak and fragile but they are the strongest, it’s we adult who get weaker with age and not the kids. We must have often noticed that kids around us never stop playing and enjoying life even after they get hurt, it takes them just few moments to forget their bad experience and they know the best how to move on. As adults we grow weak and lose the strength to forget and forgive, we keep crying behind heeled wounds and never let the bruises of negativity go away. That one thing that hurts us rules away all the positivity and our charm to live life the way we want to. We become so dependent on what we can’t achieve that we forget all our achievements.

I thoroughly understand now that what does it actually mean to be a kid and why subconsciously we all say that childhood was our best time.

Manisha Dawar