Life is Beautiful
Mood:  happy
Topic: Life
When I look into the mirror and see someone whom I cannot recognize ?. Someone whose face is very familiar but I can?t remember who he is. A harried face, signs of trouble on the wrinkled forehead, a disheveled appearance ?. a reflection of tragedy in the mirror is all that I can perceive. It is nothing but a distorted projection of myself that I see in the mirror ? somebody who has been crushed by the torment of the world, somebody who wears the troubles of the world on his face ? somebody lost and confused. He is like an arrow shot into space? he knows not where he is going, he knows not what he has to achieve?. All he knows is that he is traveling into nothing and then ?.. he falls to the ground ?. Broken and wounded. I am disgusted to see him and so I turn away , have a shower and after rearranging into a more social appearance again mischievously peep into the mirror hoping to find somebody else?. Someone refreshing and vibrant !

But to my utter dismay it is the same harried look, the frowning face, the gloomy attire ??.. nothing has changed. And then the truth dawns on me and I analyze things in a brighter perspective. I begin to realize that it the inner self that has been overburdened by grief and troubles? troubles that were not mine but which I borrowed from everywhere. It was these that I had to get rid and to achieve my freedom of thoughts and being it was these excrescences I had to do away with.

The belief in a supernatural agency, in order of life, in the law of causality , in everything that is lags behind as I am introduced to a new belief ?.. the belief in Life?? I learn to love life ?. To love what I am and to hate what I could have become! I experience a new freedom ?.the freedom of the mind, which can now hear the " thousand blended notes " just like Wordsworth and the purpose of life becomes clear -- that I am to be happy and to love freely ?. That I am to spread as freely as I receive and to experience the beauty and jot that life contains ? the wonders of nature?. The permanence of change??. The senses regain their vigour and the world suddenly seems a much better place. It is now that I realize that LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL and the greatest beauty of life is the triviality of sorrow when compared to the bounteous joy contained in the world and its people ??.

I look back into the mirror and meet a new man ?. A man who has hope in his heart?whose eyes have the sparkle of joy ?.whose heart is ready to share freely every joy that comes his way and who greets every sorrow as he greets every joy ??. A better man in a better world ?? life indeed is beautiful