Survival

Only one phrase comes to mind when I think of this word – survival .. that life , zindagi, is like a perennial flowing river.. it doesn’t stop for anyone… it keeps moving even when disturbed by boulders.. or by those people who try to ride the waves of our lives in their individual boats, rowing through it and trying to carve a place for themselves somewhere along the path..

Ya sometimes the water crashes against the boulders and the people and a few drops get displaced but at the end of the day the water flows in the direction its meant to.. it survives the disturbances.. accepts them and moves on.. and at the end of the day its not scared of taking the last plunge.. the ultimate free fall.. its final destination.. when it loses its individual identity and becomes one with a greater flowing water body, a higher being..

It seems to me that survival is the current that keeps the water flowing, the force, convincing us to plough ahead.. sometimes I wonder if it is a basic human need.. because after all without the passion to survive and survive well life tends to come to a stand still.. just like a stagnant river..

It is not only a human need but I guess the strongest force then of life.. Does it not compel us to climb the highest emotional mountain, forget a deeply loved one, get over emotions, forget incidents, dreams, nightmares and broken aspirations..

Three cheers then to this need, this passion, this force.. that seeps through us, sustains us and keeps us going….