What can be worse than constantly hearing the phrase “curiosity killed the cat”, when you are both curious and a great cat lover. But, it has happened. Whenever I tend to question the system, there are voices pulling me back to familiarity. Whenever I try to venture out to try something new, possibility of failure is thrust on me.
For the most years of my life, I have borne the brunt of being complemented as ‘brave’. Yes, you read it right, I called being brave as a burdensome, annoying feeling that has tagged along me everywhere I went. I first met it when I was eight and was put into roller skating. With due respect to my family’s concern for my fitness, I needed to be brave to put up with early morning risings, toughened coaches and requirement to win at every tournament. So, I ran at the whistle. I ran to have a good start at championships. I ran to leave behind my competitors. I ran to justify the cheering crowd. I ran – for the gold.
Human life can be both scintillating and devastating but what has always enthralled me is its power of resilience. Its quality of rising from ashes like a phoenix or taking that leap of faith that transcends every impossibility.